Stories

In whispered words, on parchment old, Or campfire tales beneath the stars, Stories unfold, a world untold, Where hearts take flight and leave their scars. From grand adventures, battles bold, To quiet lives where dreams take root, In every thread, a magic's rolled, A tapestry of laughter's loot. A hero's quest, a lover's plight, A whispered secret, dark and deep, In woven threads, both dark and bright, The human soul is lulled to sleep. They spark a fire, banish night, And paint a world where all can be, A guiding light, a beacon's might, Inspiring hope for you and me. From myths of old, to fables spun, Legends that echo through the years, Each tale begun, a race outrun, Washing away all doubt and fears. They bridge the gaps, where silence won, And bind us close, though miles may lie, A whispered truth, a battle won, A teardrop shared beneath the sky. Grandmother's voice, a soothing sound, Of princes brave and castles grand, Where magic's found, on hallowed ground, These whispered tales, we understand. They paint a world where dreams are bound, Yet hold a key to set us free, In every line, a truth profound, A whispered hope for you and me. So let the stories fill the air, In every tongue, on every shore, A legacy, a weight to share, A timeless gift for evermore.