Beneath the stars, Atticus wanders
In the quiet dance of shadows and light
Seeking truths hidden in the whispers
Of the night where magic takes flight
His heart, a compass to the unseen
Guided by dreams that softly tread
Through realms where mysteries convene
And ancient secrets are gently spread
Each step a verse in the silent song
That echoes through the timeless air
Atticus, where do you belong?
In the world of dreams, or the world of care?
The truth of magic is in the knowing
That beyond the veil, stories unfold
Atticus, forever gently glowing
Keeper of tales yet to be told