"The Scriptorium of Stars"

Where quills are made in the sky's vault

Dragon sighs and phoenix bones,

The void is written by the dawnscribes—

on parchment that has been stitched with skies at dusk.

My thoughts were influenced by Phanes, theFirst Flame,

with unnamed galaxies written in ink;

He spoke mythic tongues through glyphs,

The Self scroll was then framed. Every word is a rune,

every line is a charm, Stardust thread bound each stanza;

a spell for summoning unseen beings, to awaken

the reality that lies dormant.

deep beneath the soul in caverns

Where imagination and magic meet,

Crystal-clear fangs release ideas.

like folklore that has been filtered through time .

Fiction created through faerie fire,

written in wyrm-born light, poems critique

carved in stone by the Moon's own nail beneath the vault of interminable darkness.

Writing is more than just making—

However, cast, conjure, breathe, and develop To speak is to use the stylus.

with the astral drum's thunder.

And every story is a shard in the mirror.

from sabers that were once raised in the mind's domain;

a kingdom written by humans, Whose myths will always exist.