In the realm where shadows play,
Light and dark in a silent ballet,
Whispers of dawn, echoes of dusk,
In twilight’s embrace, they trust.
Stars ignite the midnight sky,
As dreams in slumber lie,
The moon’s soft glow, a gentle guide,
Through the night, with grace, they glide.
Darkness cloaks the weary day,
Yet in its heart, light finds a way,
A dance eternal, fierce and bright,
Bound in the threads of night.
When morning breaks, and darkness fades,
Light ascends in brilliant cascades,
Yet shadows linger, never far,
Together they are, what we are.