The Bookshelf (a sonnet)

[ThePinsir]

I haven't written in a long while. Here's a sonnet:

The Bookshelf

I found a hidden treasure tucked away,
a withered science book of age unknown
whose ink and pages rotted dry as bone
that years of dust had turned from white to gray.
Consumed therein, unmoved throughout the day,
delighting in the data all alone
until I realized light had fin'lly flown
and gladly put the book back on display.
Then buried 'neath the boxes of the past
I happened 'cross a novel left unread,
shiny and new, without a single scratch.
The characters are powerful and fast;
suspense and danger fill the mind with dread
but in the end the hero finds his match.



I'm not so sure about the meter in line 8, and I want to see if I'm getting my point across adequately (pro-tip: my girlfriend is a scientist). I want to make sure my symbolism isn't too cheesy, and really, that it's a decent sonnet. Any advice or criticism is appreciated.

- The Pinsir