Scribes of Time
Reflection
In the dimly lit chamber, two souls converge,
With quills in hand, their stories emerge.
The weight of years upon their faces lies,
As they pour their hearts into the written sighs.
The parchment, worn and yellowed with age,
Receives the ink of their wisdom and stage.
Their eyes, aglow with contemplative fire,
Reflect the depth of their heart's desire.
In this quiet moment, they are as one,
United in their quest for knowledge won.
Their beards, a testament to trials and strife,
Frame the intensity of their inner life.
As they write, the world outside fades away,
And in the silence, their words come to stay.
For in the act of writing, they find their voice,
A legacy that will forever rejoice.