In silent halls where shadows danced,
Awoke the light of ancient lore,
A time of change, a second chance,
To breathe new life, to dream and soar.

The canvas stretched with colors bright,
A world reborn in vivid hues,
With every brush, the stars ignite,
A tapestry of endless views.

Voices rose in gentle song,
The music of the spheres renewed,
In words of wisdom, bold and strong,
The heart of man was thus imbued.

From marble stone, the figures rose,
In perfect form, a tale retold,
In every line, a story grows,
A renaissance of souls unsold.