In whispers of the ancient wind,
Atticus walks where dreams begin.
Eyes that see beyond the veil,
In magic’s realm, where truths prevail.

The night unfolds its starry cloak,
Revealing secrets as he spoke.
Mysteries of the heart laid bare,
In every word, a hidden care.

Through forests dark and rivers wide,
He finds the truth that none can hide.
A gentle soul, with wisdom keen,
In every shadow, light is seen.

So let the magic fill the air,
With tales of love and dreams to share.
For Atticus, the truth is clear,
In every heart, the magic’s near.