In the realm of whispers and words,
Where stories untold begin,
The dance of letters unfurls,
A universe deep within.

Each syllable carries a tale,
From lands both near and afar,
Echoes of ancient lore,
Beneath the evening star.

The rhythm of prose and rhyme,
A melody soft and true,
Binding hearts and minds,
In every shade and hue.

So let us wander the lines,
Of pages worn and wise,
Discovering worlds anew,
Beneath the endless skies.