Celestial Sage

In twilight's hollow, where shadows dance and play, A mystic figure emerges, bathed in ethereal ray. With beard of silver, flowing like a river's stream, He stands, a sage, amidst the whispers of a dream. His eyes, like ancient wisdom, hold the secrets of the earth, And in his presence, magic stirs, a mystic rebirth. The cave, a sanctuary, where mystery abounds, Echoes with the whispers of a thousand unseen sounds. The staff, a symbol of his power, a channel to the divine, Guides him through the realms of the unknown, a mystic's sign. In this sacred space, he communes with the cosmic tide, A guardian of the mysteries, where myth and magic reside. With every step, a story unfolds, of trials and of might, A journey through the realms of darkness into the light. His robes, a tapestry of shadows, woven with the threads of night, Conceal the depths of his wisdom, a treasure to behold in sight. The light, a celestial blessing, illuminates his path, Guiding him through the labyrinth of the mystic's craft. In this still moment, time stands still, as the sage beholds The mysteries of the universe, where ancient secrets unfold.