There She Waits

In twilight's glow, a tale's refrain,
In verses woven, free from a name,
Through whispers soft and echoes stark,
A journey unfolds, a hidden spark.

In moonlit nights and dawn's embrace,
A tapestry weaves, without a face,
In shadows deep and dreams untold,
A poetry book's secrets unfold.

With every stanza, a new scene blooms,
In silence speaks, amid the glooms,
No author's name, no voice to hear,
Just words that dance, without a peer.

So let the pages turn, without a guide,
In the poetry's embrace, let truth abide,
For within these lines, a world takes flight,
In the realm of words, where darkness meets light.