In the stillness of the midnight air,
Shadows dance with haunting grace.
Whispers echo through the void,
A silent hymn of darkened space.
Beneath the moon’s cold, silver gaze,
Secrets lie in whispered dreams.
Paths untrodden, cloaked in night,
We walk alone, or so it seems.
The heart beats to an ancient drum,
A rhythm lost to time’s embrace.
In the depths of shadowed thoughts,
We find our solace, find our place.
Yet in the darkness, light may bloom,
A flicker soft, a gentle spark.
For even in the deepest night,
Hope can rise and leave its mark.