Under the moon’s soft, silvery glow,
Whispers of magic begin to flow.
Stars twinkle like spells in the sky,
As dreams take wings and start to fly.

Shadows dance in the quiet night,
Weaving tales of ancient might.
Mysteries unfold in the silence deep,
As the world drifts into enchanted sleep.

The forest hums with secrets untold,
Where time stands still and myths grow old.
Elves and fairies in hidden glades,
Guard the magic that never fades.

As dawn approaches, the spell breaks,
But the heart with wonder still quakes.
For in the realm of midnight dreams,
Magic is real, or so it seems.