Riddle of the Elven Books

Time passes,
memories fade,
myths begin,
dreams cascade.

Wishes made,
wishes spent,
desires lost,
heaven sent.

Only for mortals,
heaven they’ll see;
to golden gates,
immortals can’t be.

"Where do they go"
say the reader,
once fate decides up or down - neither.

The answer to the riddle lies within only to be open by the chosen.

Dare to speak the riddle spoken for be wary,
the spell is broken.