In the stillness where shadows creep,
Lies a veil of secrets, deep and wide,
A cloak that wraps the world asleep,
Where whispered dreams and fears abide.
The night sings softly to the stars,
A lullaby of hidden fears,
Its melody through silent bars,
Echoes of forgotten years.
In darkness, truths begin to weave,
A tapestry of shadowed lore,
Where light and dark together grieve,
And mysteries forever soar.
Yet in this realm of endless night,
There blooms a hope, a flicker bright,
For in the heart of darkest skies,
Awaits the dawn that never dies.