In the quiet corners of this hallowed hall,
Shelves whisper secrets from ages past,
Words etched in ink that seldom fall,
A haven where wisdom is amassed.

The scent of paper, old and new,
Pages turned with gentle care,
A refuge for souls seeking truths few,
In the library’s tranquil air.

Stories of heroes and worlds afar,
Dreams and ideas waiting to be found,
Under the glow of a solitary star,
Knowledge and imagination unbound.

Here in this sanctuary, peace resides,
Minds are nurtured, spirits soar,
A timeless realm where inspiration guides,
Through open doors and evermore.