In the quiet hush of the library’s heart,
Pages whisper secrets from ages past,
Binding tales of joy and sorrow’s art,
As shadows of history are cast.

Between the lines, a world unfolds,
Where heroes and villains come to life,
Each paragraph a story bold,
Each word a sword, a love, a strife.

The ink, a bridge to lands afar,
With every book, a new domain,
From ancient scrolls to modern jar,
The essence of humanity’s reign.

So let us delve into the lore,
Where literature’s magic does reside,
In every tale, a truth implore,
In every story, hearts confide.