In the whisper of the night, shadows sway,
Beneath the gentle glow of the silver moon,
They dance along the silent pathways,
Weaving tales of mystery in the gloom.
With each soft step, they twist and twirl,
A ballet of silhouettes in the dark,
Crafting dreams in the sleeping world,
Leaving echoes with their silent mark.
In the depths of their embrace, secrets lie,
Veiled in shadows, hidden from the light,
Yet in their silence, a lullaby,
Sung softly to the yearning night.
Through the hours until the dawn awakes,
The shadows linger, whispering low,
In their wake, a gentle ache,
For the nightâs embrace, they softly echo.