In shadows where the whispers dwell,
Atticus finds the hidden spell,
A dance of stars within his gaze,
Unraveling secrets in mystic ways.
The moonlight paints his silent path,
As dreams unfold in cosmic math,
Each step a journey through the night,
Seeking truth in magicâs light.
Beneath the sky where wonders weave,
Atticus dares to believe,
That in the heart of every tale,
Lies the magic that will prevail.
With courage born of ancient lore,
He walks through realms unknown before,
For in the truth that magic shows,
The soul of Atticus forever grows.