In the realm where muses dwell,
Fairness bends, a fleeting spell.
Attention courts each fleeting line,
In poets' hearts, ambition's shrine.
Words like arrows, true and bright,
Seek the spotlight's hallowed light.
All's fair in this fervent chase,
Where verse and fame entwine in grace.
Beneath the moon's soft, silver sheen,
Ink and dreams weave unseen.
In the dance of rhyme and flair,
Poets breathe, and all's fair.
