In the quiet hush of twilight’s embrace,
Magic weaves through the night’s soft lace.
Stars whisper secrets to the moon’s bright face,
As shadows dance in a mystical space.

Beneath the silver cloak of night,
Dreams take flight in the gentle light.
Mysteries unfold in the silent sight,
Of ancient spells woven tight.

The air is thick with tales untold,
Enchanted whispers that never grow old.
Hearts are warmed by the magic bold,
In the midnight’s tender hold.

As dawn begins to paint the sky,
The magic fades with a wistful sigh.
Yet in our hearts, the dreams still lie,
Awaiting the night’s return, by and by.