In the stillness of the midnight hour,
A shadow creeps, a silent power.
Whispering secrets, ancient and deep,
It cradles souls in an endless sleep.
The stars above, they softly gleam,
Reflecting dreams, a celestial stream.
The moonlight bathes the world in white,
As darkness claims its solemn right.
A gentle breeze, a final breath,
The tender touch of quiet death.
Life’s last chapter, softly penned,
In twilight’s arms, we find the end.
Yet in the silence, life renews,
Through death, the world finds different hues.
A cycle endless, night and day,
In shadows deep, we find our way.