In the heart of night where silence sings,
The world is draped in blackened wings.
Shadows dance with moonlight’s gleam,
In a realm where dreams are born unseen.

The stars, like whispers in the dark,
Paint the sky with a celestial spark.
Each twinkle a tale untold,
Of mysteries and secrets bold.

Beneath the black, the earth lies still,
Embraced by night’s enchanting chill.
In this realm of endless night,
The soul finds peace, devoid of light.

For in the black, we find our way,
Guided by the night’s soft sway.
A silent symphony unfolds,
As the universe’s story is told.