Amidst the quiet halls of silent lore,
Whispers of wisdom echo through the night.
Ink and parchment, tales of yore,
In shadows dance, in candlelight.

Each page a world yet to unfold,
Where dreams are woven, brave and bold.
The quill, a wand of magic spun,
Each stroke a journey, just begun.

Through realms of knights and timeless love,
Where dragons soar in skies above.
A tapestry of words entwined,
A universe within the mind.

In solitude, the heart finds peace,
In stories told, the soul’s release.
For in the pages, worlds do blossom,
In literature’s embrace, we find our wisdom.