Ageless, faceless, nameless protagonist,
Existing only in the “World of Words”.
A brief account of nature and character,
Which the writer never said but you heard.
A recollection of an event that sends,
Ripples even to days of now.
Effects, either good or bad, from those bends,
Navigates the author’s pen as it ploughs.
Trying to steer as per the story,
Whilst making choices of his own.
Decides protagonist’s fall or glory,
Authoring the story of his own.
I speak to you says your book,
You who is its writer and its lead.
Your steps is what your story took,
For everyone but the author to read.