In the silence of the night, darkness whispers low,
Shadows dance in moonlight, a haunting, gentle glow.
Stars above are distant, cold, indifferent and far,
Yet they watch the darkness, where hidden secrets are.

A breeze of night caresses, as shadows shift and sway,
The darkness holds its mysteries, as night consumes the day.
In the heart of silence, where whispers softly blend,
The darkness tells its stories, that never seem to end.

Eyes peer into the void, searching for the light,
But in the depths of darkness, they find the endless night.
The soul embraces shadows, where fears and dreams entwine,
And in that deep, dark silence, true beauty they define.

For in the realm of darkness, where whispers softly start,
One finds the hidden corners, of their own secret heart.
The darkness is a canvas, where stars and shadows play,
And in its quiet whisper, the soul is led astray.