Beneath the stars, where whispers flow,
Atticus speaks of magic’s glow.
In every word, a world unveiled,
Where dreams and truths are interlaced.

Through pages worn, his voice resounds,
A gentle guide through life’s profound.
In shadows cast, and light embraced,
He weaves the tales that time can’t erase.

With every verse, a heart ignites,
To seek the magic in our sights.
Atticus, the bard of silent nights,
Shows us the beauty in our plights.

So let the truth of magic ring,
In every soul, a song to sing.
For in his words, we find our wings,
And soar above the mundane things.