Melancholy permeates within the walls
The dusty books untouched by time
The ghosts pacing through these halls
Ancient titles printed upon their spines
They roams around lingering for awhile
Oh, such secrets these books conceal
If only they weren\'t hidden in piles
What Ancient stories they would reveal
The Vellichor of Canterbury Library
Is felt only by the ghostly apparitions
Patrons killed, sigh, it was so scary
By a crazed fella , with ammunition
Cobwebs, and spiders are their only friends
The books untouched , pages unturned
Yes, Melancholy never seems to end
The Canterbury Library sadly burned
The longing Vellichor of Canterbury
Is felt only by the ghostly apparitions
And the Ancient books of the Library
Long burnt down and now Nonexistent
The pile of rubble ,barren and cold
But to the ghostly patrons, books to read
Oddly these Ancient books of old
Can’t alleviate their longing needs