Beneath the moon’s soft silver glow,
Whispers of secrets begin to flow.
In the stillness of the midnight air,
Mysteries linger, hidden with care.

Shadows dance in a silent ballet,
Guarding tales of a forgotten day.
Echoes of laughter, whispers of tears,
Lost in the folds of bygone years.

A faint light flickers in the distant gloom,
Guiding the way through nature’s loom.
Each step forward, a question unfolds,
As the night its dark story holds.

In the heart of the enshrouded night,
Lies a realm both eerie and bright.
Where mysteries weave a delicate thread,
Tying the living to the long-dead.