The silent books, a hushed and dusty row,
Hold whispers of a time long, long ago.
Their yellowed pages, brittle, thin, and frail,
Conceal a world where stories gently sail.

Echoes of laughter, sorrow, whispered fears,
Are trapped within, surviving passing years.
A king's lost love, a pirate's daring quest,
A maiden's plight, put bravely...