In the stillness where shadows cast their spell,
The whispers of the night begin to swell.
A veil of darkness wraps the sleeping land,
And dreams are woven by a gentle hand.

Stars flicker softly in the vast deep sky,
Guardians of secrets, watching from on high.
Their light, a beacon in the endless night,
Guides lost souls towards the dawn’s first light.

The moon, a sentinel of tranquil grace,
Illuminates the world, a tender face.
In her glow, the darkness finds its peace,
And all the restless worries find release.

Yet even in this cloak of endless black,
Hope whispers softly, promising the track.
For in the heart of night, a promise lies,
That with each dawn, new dreams will arise.