In the shadows deep, where intellect stirs,
Amidst the pages, where knowledge occurs,
Dark academia calls with a soft, steady hum,
A haven of thought where the weary come.

With woolen coats and scarves of gray,
And leather-bound books that carry the day,
The warmth of a sweater, a timeless embrace,
A quiet, comfortable, scholarly space.

The candlelight flickers, casting soft gleams,
As minds intertwine in intellectual dreams,
For in the silence, wisdom is found,
In dusty old books...