In realms where stars embrace the night's deep hue,
Where whispers weave the tales both old and new,
There lies a force, a mystic, wondrous art,
A secret world where dreams and spells depart.

With incantations whispered soft and low,
A wizard's wand, enchantments freely flow,
In twilight's dance, where shadows gently sway,
The magic weaves its spell, both night and day.

It's not the tricks of cards or rabbits found,
Nor sparkles from a hat with secrets bound,
But something deeper, hidden in the heart,
A force that binds us all, right from the start.

In every child's wide eyes, a touch of awe,
The promise of enchantment without flaw,
For magic, in its essence, is the key,
To see the world with wonder, wild and free.

So let your heart be open to the spell,
Embrace the mysteries that life can tell,
For in this world where logic often rules,
The magic in your soul can make you fools.

So, chase the rainbows, dance with fireflies,
Believe in fairy tales that touch the skies,
For in the tapestry of life's grand scheme,
Magic's real, not merely a dream.

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Mayan, in the year 928 AF.