Sisters of the Quill

In a hall of echoes, where shadows softly fall, Rows of red-robed figures bend over all, Their quills dance upon the page with gentle care, As they weave tales of love, of hope, of prayer. Their faces downcast, their hearts aflame, They write of dreams, of passions, of life's sweet name, In this serene and solemn space, they find their voice, A chorus of creativity, a heartfelt choice. The light that filters through the windows high, Casts a warm glow, a gentle, loving sigh, Upon their work, a testament to their devotion, A labor of love, a heartfelt emotion. In this still scene, we find a sense of peace, A world of contemplation, where souls release, Their innermost thoughts, their deepest desires, In the written word, their hearts' sweet fires.