Upon the stage where shadows dance,
A poet’s life in fleeting glance,
With quill in hand and heart so vast,
He penned the tales that ever last.

In Stratford’s quiet, humble start,
A soul emerged with boundless art,
Through sonnet’s sweet and tragic play,
His words endure to this day.

Amidst the Globe, his stories told,
Of love and loss, both brave and bold,
Each character with breath he gave,
Their spirits freed from temporal grave.

Now centuries have come and flown,
Yet Shakespeare’s seeds have fully grown,
In every line, in every rhyme,
The Bard’s journey transcends time.