In the silence of the moonlit night,
Shadows dance with secrets untold,
Whispers echo through the breeze,
Mysteries of ages slowly unfold.

Beneath the cloak of endless stars,
The forest hums a haunting tune,
Leaves rustle like distant dreams,
In the heart of the silvered moon.

A path winds through the darkened wood,
Where footsteps fade into the mist,
Each turn a tale concealed in time,
By the night’s enigmatic twist.

The world cloaked in a spectral glow,
Holds secrets woven in the night,
As dawn breaks, they fade away,
Leaving whispers in the morning light.