Realms
In realms arcane where secrets sleep,
And mysteries in shadows creep,
There lies a land of whispered lore,
Where sylphlike spirits dance and soar.
Beneath the moon's enchanting glow,
In forests deep where breezes blow,
The esoteric knowledge gleams,
In ancient texts and hidden streams.
A vivacious soul with eyes aglow,
Treads paths where only few dare go,
Her heart is a flame, her spirit free,
She seeks the truth, the mystery.
With nimble fingers and a curious mind,
She seeks the truths she longs to find,
Through pages old and parchment thin,
She seeks the wisdom held within.
In Twilight's hush, she finds her way,
Through labyrinthine nights and day,
Her quest for knowledge never tires,
Her spirit was fueled by hidden fires.
In every word, a magic spell,
In every line, a tale to tell,
She drinks deep from the font of lore,
And finds herself forevermore.
For in the arcane depths, she roams,
She finds the secrets of unknown,
And though the journey may be long,
Her spirit sings a vibrant song.