In the stillness of the midnight hour,
Shadows dance with a silent power.
Stars whisper secrets of ancient lore,
As darkness reigns forevermore.

The moon, a sentinel in the sky,
Watches over as dreams pass by.
A shroud of black, both deep and wide,
Envelopes all, with nothing to hide.

Silence speaks in the language of night,
Where fears and hopes take flight.
In the void, a tranquil embrace,
Darkness finds its rightful place.

Through the veil of shadowed sight,
We find solace in the absence of light.
A realm where mysteries softly creep,
In darkness, our souls find peace and sleep.