In the quiet corners of the mind,
Where whispers of thoughts reside,
Words emerge, unrefined,
In shadows where dreams confide.
Ink spills across the page,
A symphony of untold tales,
Each stroke a silent rage,
Carving paths where courage prevails.
The quill becomes a sword,
Wielded with gentle might,
Crafting worlds adored,
In the stillness of the night.
Through the dance of letters and lines,
A universe unfolds in grace,
In every word, a heart aligns,
Finding solace in its embrace.