Folklore's Whispered Tales

In moonlit glades where shadows dance,

A whisper lingers in the night,

Of ancient tales and lost romance,

Bound by the stars' celestial light.

The forest holds its breath for lore,

Of heroes, queens, and wizards old,

In every leaf, in every spore,

The magic of forgotten gold.

Within these woods, where time stands still,

The past and present intertwine,

A mystic river, endless thrill,

A bridge where realms of dreams align.

So listen close, with heart and ear,

To folklore's whispered, aged song,

For in these tales, both far and near,

We find where we, as souls, belong.