In the quiet corners of the night,
Where moonlight weaves its gentle lace,
Spiders spin their silken dreams,
In a world of shadowed grace.

Architects of the unseen,
They craft their webs with patient art,
Each thread a whisper of the dark,
A tapestry of nature’s heart.

Beneath the stars’ soft, watchful eyes,
They dance upon the silver strands,
Guardians of the hidden realms,
In their delicate command.

In silence, they embrace the night,
Mysterious weavers of the deep,
Spiders, keepers of the web,
In shadows, secrets they do keep.