In the heart of the silent streets, shadows whisper low,
Secrets long forgotten, where moonlight starts to glow,
Eyes that peer from corners, unseen by mortal sight,
The mysteries of the night, hidden from the light.

Footsteps echo softly, a dance upon the breeze,
Whispers of old stories, carried by the trees,
The mist that curls and beckons, with secrets yet untold,
In the twilight’s grasp, where the dark unfolds.

Stars that blink in silence, as if they know the tale,
Of wanderers and dreamers, who in the night prevail,
The streets that twist and turn, like a labyrinth of old,
Where every path is haunted, by mysteries so cold.

The night holds its breath, in the stillness of the hour,
As shadows play their games, with an unseen power,
The enigma of the night, a riddle wrapped in time,
In the heart of the silent streets, where shadows whisper rhyme.