When night descends and shadows creep,
The world is hushed, as if in sleep.
Beneath the stars, the silence reigns,
A cloak of night, where mystery remains.

The moonlight’s glow, a silver thread,
Weaves through the dark, where fears are fed.
In twilight’s grasp, the secrets lie,
Unseen by day, beneath the sky.

In shadows deep, where whispers blend,
The darkness holds, a timeless friend.
It guards the dreams, both lost and found,
In its embrace, we’re safe and sound.

As dawn approaches, night recedes,
The darkness fades, but never leaves.
For in our hearts, it always stays,
A part of us, in countless ways.