In the silent corridors of the night,
Where shadows dance with a gentle grace,
The world cloaked in a velvet embrace,
A world where dreams take flight.

Stars scattered like whispers of light,
Through the veil of the endless dark,
A canvas painted with untold sparks,
Guiding the weary heart to sight.

The moon, a guardian of secrets old,
Sings softly to the slumbering earth,
Weaving tales of magic and rebirth,
In tones both tender and bold.

In this realm of whispers and shade,
Where hopes and fears quietly blend,
The night, a friend with arms to lend,
In its embrace, all dreams are made.