In the quiet of the night, shadows softly sway,
Whispers of the unseen in a silent ballet.
They dance with the moon, in a world so still,
Echoes of dreams they silently fulfill.

Beneath the silver glow, shadows gently creep,
Secrets of the night, in darkness they seep.
They paint the world with shades of gray,
Telling tales that words cannot convey.

Shadows of the past, memories unspoken,
In their embrace, the heart is often broken.
They linger in corners, where light fears to tread,
Weaving stories of love, loss, and dread.

In the break of dawn, shadows start to fade,
Leaving behind the night, in a soft cascade.
Yet in the heart, their whispers remain,
Reminders of the night, of joy and pain.