In the heart of the twilight wood,
Where moonlit shadows softly dance,
The whispers of the ancient trees
Tell tales of love, of fate, and chance.

Beneath the boughs where fairies tread,
Their footsteps light as morning dew,
A world unfolds in silver threads,
A tapestry of dreams come true.

The gentle breeze carries a song,
A melody of timeless lore,
Of kingdoms vast and heroes strong,
Of quests and wonders to explore.

So listen close, as night descends,
To stories woven in the air,
For in the whispers, magic blends,
And dreams take flight without a care.