In shadows deep where secrets lie,
Atticus finds the magic’s cry.
A world unseen by mortal eyes,
Where truth and wonder intertwine.
Beyond the veil, through ancient doors,
He seeks the lore of ages past.
A whispered spell, a silent roar,
The truth about magic, at last.
His heart, a compass, guides him true,
Through realms of light and darkened hue.
Each step a dance, each breath a clue,
To mysteries old, yet ever new.
And in the end, as dawn breaks free,
Atticus smiles, for now he sees.
The magic’s truth, a wondrous key,
To worlds within and dreams that be.