In the quiet of the night, the pen takes flight,Whispers of ink on a silent page,The world unfolds in black and white,A dance of dreams, a sage’s stage.The paper trembles with tales untold,As thoughts weave through timeless skies,A symphony in words, bold and old,A map to realms where wonder lies.Each line a river, flowing free,Carving paths through mountains high,A journey deep into mystery,Where echoes of the heart don’t lie.In the embrace of shadows and light,Writing becomes a soul’s true art,A beacon in the endless night,Where every ending is a start.