Sisters of the Quill
Reflection
In a hall of whispers, where shadows play,
Rows of red-clad figures sit, lost in their way,
Their quills dance upon the page, a silent sway,
As they weave tales of a world beyond their stay.
The light that filters through the windows high,
Casts a warm glow, a gentle, ethereal sigh,
Upon the faces bent, in studious, quiet guise,
Their hearts aflame, with stories yet untold, in whispered sighs.
In this serene and contemplative space,
They find their voice, their art, their secret place,
Where imagination knows no bounds, and dreams unfold,
And the sisters of the quill, their tales of old, forever hold.
Their red robes symbolize the passion that they share,
A bond of sisterhood, a community beyond compare,
In this sacred hall, where knowledge is the key,
They unlock the doors, to a world yet to be.