In the silence of the night, shadows weave,
A tapestry of whispers, softly they deceive.
Beneath the moon, where stars no longer gleam,
Lies a world, bathed in black, like a timeless dream.

The velvet sky, a canvas dark and wide,
Holds secrets of the night, where mysteries abide.
The whispers of the wind, a gentle guide,
Through the ebony expanse, where phantoms hide.

In the heart of darkness, where light takes flight,
We find solace in the stillness of the night.
The shadows dance, in a silent rite,
Painting dreams in hues of black and white.

As dawn approaches, the darkness fades,
But in our hearts, the midnight serenade.
In the realm of dreams, where night invades,
We find peace, in the black, where our fears are laid.