Baskadia

Ink and dreams intertwine, my soul takes flight, A storyteller I am, weaving worlds of light. With pen in hand, I journey through the night, Unveiling tales of love, hope, and might. In forests deep, enchanted whispers bloom, Characters arise, from darkness to consume. Their laughter, tears, and triumphs, I presume, To touch hearts, my narratives resume. Through verse and rhyme, emotions I unfurl, Painting images, as delicate as a pearl. In the tapestry of words, I find my swirl, A writer's heart, forever to unfurl.