The Library of Lost Words

Through labyrinthine shelves, shadows creep,

Where forgotten words, their stories seep.

Leather volumes, bound in moonlit sighs,

Hold secrets lost, beneath ink-stained skies.

Whispers from pages, a lover's lament,

Promises etched, with bitter intent.

Sonnets of sorrow, penned in midnight rain,

Aching confessions, whispered in vain.

A lone quill trembles, on parchment so white,

Yearning to capture, the moon's gentle light.

Will it write a new chapter, mend what's undone?

Or forever remain, a melody unsung?

The library beckons, with its secrets untold,

A sanctuary for dreams, both new and old.

For even lost words, like whispers set free,

Can find their voice, in the heart's poetry.