The Mage Scroll

Upon a desk of oak and brass,

A scroll lay sealed with crimson wax.

Its parchment hummed with whispered lore,

A call to those who seek for more.

The candle’s flicker danced with fate,

As trembling hands unsealed the gate.

A gust of magic swirled the air,

Spells unbound from ancient care.

A map of realms both dark and bright,

Of shadowed tombs and towers white.

A key to worlds yet left untold,

Where heroes rise and fates unfold.

But heed this warning, bold and wise

Not all who read may claim the prize.

For magic bends to heart and mind,

And what you seek you just may find.