On Monroe in a quad that evokes a mystical feeling,
You’ll encounter a library for students in law.
Let your eyes drift from your paper and up to the ceiling,
And you’ll find yourself astounded in awe.
The enchanted wooden shelves
And the ceiling ornate with flat dim lights on heavy chandelier
Are only a representation of their past selves,
For they are more magical than they appear.
Before calamity when things went tragic
There were pretty witches and warlocks who practiced some spells not to be found
Such beauty that roared with magic
Now screams without a sound.
In years past on the street called Monroe,
There was a superhuman haven that no person ever saw.
Into here stumbled a young wizard who had potential to show,
He with a name of Yim Yarbaugh.
Wandered the boy into a gala of potion
Where he was expected for a surprise just for him
In this place illuminated by fireflies in lamp and surrounded by portraits in motion.
The only being destined to find this world was young little Yim.
A vigilant dragon stayed on guard all through the day and all through the night
To protect the inhabitants from human discovery.
One day, the fairy of sleepiness robbed the dragon of conscious sight.
What happens next exceeds any hope of bringing the haven back to full recovery
On his way to a football game, a student in law encountered this camp.
What once was an enchanted encryption
Is lost forever and left were the spells and lightning bug lamp
To be replaced by bulbs and records of jurisdiction.
To say the team was undefeated would make the score keepers contradictors.
To the big house, young Yim he took
In hopes that his magic would lead the losers to become victors.
Is he a savior or is he a crook?
Maybe these ideas will touch that brilliant mind of yours.
Or maybe you will ponder these words with utter mental confliction
As you realize no one mentioned them on the campus tours.
I must tell you most of this story is only fiction.
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