Let in the Underworld

Tranströmer imagined books
Giving an empty bookshelf
The baleful glare of a mob.

Inanimate objects spring
To life in many fictions,
Reaching their most ominous

Manifestations in tales
Where items such as grimoires
Begin to whisper themselves,

Which is so sweetly naive
Of both reader and writer,
Since what is such a story

But a story warning you
What your stories want to do?