In the quiet of the night, where dreams take flight,
Lies a veil of black, a canvas of endless night.
Stars whisper secrets, hidden from the day,
As the moon bathes the world in its gentle sway.

Black as the raven’s wing, mysterious and deep,
A silent guardian of tales it keeps.
It cradles the earth in its tranquil embrace,
A haunting beauty, a timeless space.

Through the shadows, echoes of the past,
Dance with the present, in memories vast.
The night hums a lullaby, soft and low,
Guiding lost souls with its gentle glow.

In the black, dreams are born anew,
A tapestry woven with a night’s hue.
It holds the promise of a new dawn’s light,
As the world awakens from its embrace of night.