In shadows cast by moonlit beams,
Lies magic spun from ancient dreams.
Whispers float on twilight’s breeze,
Telling tales that hearts appease.

Atticus, with subtle grace,
Reveals the truths we dare to face.
Magic’s touch, a gentle balm,
In chaos, brings a soothing calm.

The stars above, they softly sing,
Of hidden realms and secret rings.
Through Atticus, we come to see,
The magic in our own story.

So let us dance in midnight’s glow,
Where truth and magic freely flow.
Embrace the wonder, pure and bright,
For in our hearts, magic takes flight.