In the hush of twilight’s embrace,
Secrets gather like mist on the moor,
Where moonlight casts its silver lace,
And mysteries linger beyond the door.

The wind carries tales of forgotten lore,
In rustling leaves and creaking floors,
Echoes of dreams from nights of yore,
Whispered softly through time’s closed doors.

Stars blink like eyes with ancient knowing,
Guardians of secrets never showing,
Guiding the lost where shadows are growing,
In the heart of night where mysteries are sowing.

An owl’s call in the stillness rings,
A question posed on silent wings,
In the realm where the unknown sings,
And the soul of the night forever clings.