In realms where shadows softly creep,
And visions through the darkness seep,
A poet’s voice begins to rise,
To paint the world with unseen eyes.
His words ignite the twilight air,
With mystic dreams and symbols rare,
He weaves a tapestry of light,
To guide us through the endless night.
Beneath the stars, in silent awe,
He whispers truths that few foresaw,
The heavens open to his gaze,
Revealing secrets through the haze.
Oh, William Blake, with soul so bright,
You dance within the boundless night,
Your poetry, a timeless flame,
That burns within the hearts of fame.