In the quiet embrace of ancient tomes,
Where whispers of the past softly roam,
Lives the magic of stories untold,
In pages where dreams unfold.

Beneath the moon’s gentle glow,
Words dance in a rhythmic flow,
Telling tales of love and fear,
In every line, a world appears.

Wander through the realms of lore,
Where every character opens a door,
To worlds beyond our mortal sight,
In the heart of the endless night.

So let us lose ourselves in prose,
In the symphony each writer knows,
For in the world of ink and quill,
Our spirits wander, and time stands still.