In the quiet corners of the night,
Secrets dance like flickering flames,
Wrapped in shadows, hidden from sight,
Guardians of untold names.

Beneath the veil of silent stars,
Mysteries weave through the gentle breeze,
Carrying echoes from lands afar,
Softly swaying with the leaves.

Behind closed doors, they find their peace,
Whispered truths in the hush of dawn,
In their silence, they never cease,
To speak of worlds long gone.

Yet in the heart, they find their place,
A tapestry of dreams and fears,
Each thread a story, a secret’s trace,
Woven through the years.