In the quiet of the night, where shadows dance and play,
The pages whisper softly, tales from far away.
Each word a portal, to lands both near and far,
Where dreams and reality, together weave a star.

Through forests dense and old, where ancient secrets lie,
The stories come alive, beneath the starlit sky.
Heroes rise and fall, in battles grand and bold,
As legends of the past, in whispers are retold.

The ink upon the page, a river flowing free,
Carrying the essence, of what was and is to be.
Through deserts hot and dry, and oceans deep and wide,
The tales of yesteryears, in every heart reside.

So let the pages turn, and let the stories sing,
Of love and loss and hope, of every living thing.
For in the heart of literature, a timeless truth is found,
That in every written word, our souls are truly bound.