In the quiet corners where shadows play,
A dance of whispers in the fading light,
They weave their tales as night turns gray,
Cloaked in mysteries, out of sight.

Beneath the moon’s soft, silver glow,
They stretch and curl, a silent song,
Echoes of dreams we may not know,
Yet in their presence, we belong.

Shadow’s embrace, both friend and foe,
Guarding secrets of the past,
In their depth, new worlds grow,
A tapestry of memories vast.

As dawn arrives, the shadows blend,
With morning light, they gently fade,
Yet in our hearts, they still extend,
In every moment, their mark is laid.