The Enchanted Scribe

Beneath the moon's soft glow, she weaves her dreams, Inscribed in ink, her thoughts take form and gleam. The city sleeps, yet her heart burns with light, A symphony of words, a dance of night. Her hands, like whispers, trace the ancient tome, Each stroke a spell, each word a sacred home. The world outside is hushed, a silent sea, While she, the keeper of secrets, sets them free. The lantern flickers, casting shadows wide, A beacon guiding her through realms untied. The city's spires reach for the heavens' grace, A testament to her timeless, boundless space. Oh, scribe of stars, your pen is a key, Unlocking doors to eternity. In your hands, the world is reborn anew, A tapestry of stories, woven true. For in your gaze, the universe takes flight, A journey of the soul, a boundless night.