Under Cover Tales

In the quiet hush of eventide's embrace,

Where shadows dance and whispers chase,

There dwells a soul, serene and still,

In the sanctuary of dreams to fulfill.

A librocubicularist, they're known to be,

In the haven of sheets, where tales run free,

With each page turned, a journey begins,

As they lose themselves in the world within.

Under covers soft, they find their reprieve,

In the company of words, they truly believe,

For within those lines, lies magic untold,

A realm of wonders, a treasure to behold.

The night unfolds, as stars alight,

But in their cocoon, there's no need for flight,

For nestled amidst the blankets snug,

They journey far on imagination's rug.

Through lands of fantasy, they roam,

In the comfort of their bed, their home,

With every sentence, every line,

They find solace in the realm divine.

So let the world outside rush and fret,

For here, in their haven, there's no regret,

For the librocubicularist finds their delight,

In the silent symphony of words at night.