In the silence of the twilight,
A guardian rises high,
With a glow so tender, so bright,
Illuminating the darkened sky.
Her face, a canvas of dreams,
Reflecting stories untold,
Through the night, her light redeems,
A presence both gentle and bold.
She whispers secrets to the stars,
In a language ancient and true,
Casting shadows near and far,
A beacon in a sea of blue.
Eternal watch, she keeps above,
Guiding hearts with her light,
A symbol of endless love,
The moon, the queen of the night.