In the depths of endless night,
Where shadows dance and whispers sigh,
The moon hides behind a veil,
As stars twinkle in their silent tale.

A cloak of darkness drapes the land,
Embracing dreams with gentle hand,
The world in slumber, wrapped in peace,
As the heart finds its sweet release.

In this realm of quiet grace,
Mysteries drift in a solemn race,
Yet in the stillness, hope ignites,
A flicker of dawn in the softest light.

So fear not the shadow’s gentle touch,
For within the dark, we find so much,
A canvas where dreams are painted bright,
Guiding us through the endless night.