In the quiet corners of the night,
Shadows whisper secrets, out of sight.
They dance with grace, a silent ballet,
As moonlight guides their fleeting play.

Beneath the trees, where dreams reside,
Shadows shift and softly glide.
They tell of tales long forgotten,
In a language ancient and begotten.

Within the heart’s deepest recess,
Shadows speak of joy and distress.
They mirror every hidden sorrow,
Reflecting hopes of a brighter morrow.

So listen well, to the silent night,
Where shadows weave in silver light.
For in their dance, truths are found,
In the shadows’ eternal, silent sound.