Tomes of Enlightenment

Behold the tomes that line these ancient walls

Of wisdom, penned by deft and reverent hands.

In stillness they endure as eras pass,

Holding within their clasp our living past,

Though leaf may weary and though ink may pale,

The spirits of those yore escape the crypt—

They breathe through words, again, take vertuous flight,

Entwine with seekers’ souls in quiet quest,

Enlightenment awaits the one who dares

To rend these realms where mortal minds ascend.