Beneath the skies of ancient lore,
A storyteller's spirit soared,
In tales of gods and human hearts,
You breathe new life, a work of art.
With pen in hand and heart so true,
You weave the old with what is new,
A seeker of the sacred, wise,
In every word, the magic lies.
- JoinedNovember 17, 2024
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