Amidst the shelves, where stories dwell,
In whispered tones, they softly tell,
Of ancient worlds and futures bright,
In books that guard the endless night.

The pages turn with gentle grace,
Each word a step in timeless space,
Imagination’s vast expanse,
Awaits within this quiet trance.

Shadows dance by candlelight,
As characters come into sight,
A tapestry of dreams unfurled,
The magic of the written world.

Beneath the covers, secrets lie,
In every book, a chance to fly,
To realms unknown, where wonders gleam,
The heart of literature’s dream.