In the library’s silent embrace,
Shelves whisper tales of yore,
Each book a portal to a place,
Where dreams and reality explore.

The ink-stained words, a timeless dance,
Echoes of souls long past,
Within these pages, take a chance,
To find a story that will last.

Shadows cast by flickering light,
Characters breathe and roam,
In the quiet of the night,
Fiction becomes our home.

So turn the page and lose yourself,
In tales both old and new,
For in the heart of every shelf,
A world awaits for you.