In the quiet embrace of the night,Where stars dare not tread,Darkness weaves its silent tale,In whispers left unsaid.

The moon hides behind a veil,As shadows dance in secret grace,An endless realm of mystery,In the quiet’s cold embrace.

Yet within this endless night,A flicker of hope dares to bloom,For even in the deepest dark,A hidden light finds its room.

So let the silence speak its truth,In the language of the unseen,For in the heart of darkness lies,The dream of what might have been.