In the quiet of the midnight hour,
A whisper calls to heart and mind,
Guiding shadows, revealing power,
A gentle force, both just and kind.
It speaks in moments hushed and still,
Amid the chaos of the day,
A voice unseen, yet strong of will,
Leading thoughts that often stray.
Through silent nights, it softly weaves,
A tapestry of light and sound,
In every choice, it never leaves,
With wisdom pure and truth profound.
Reflective days reveal its face,
In mirrored eyes, its presence known,
A guardian in our inner space,
Where seeds of right and wrong are sown.