Beneath the twilight’s gentle veil,
Shadows dance in whispered tales,
Of dreams that flicker, hearts that fail,
In the night’s soft, silent wails.

Through moonlit paths they softly creep,
Secrets in the darkness deep,
Whispers of the souls that weep,
In shadows’ arms, they find their sleep.

In the quiet, shadows play,
With the light that fades away,
Echoes of the passing day,
In their embrace, the night will stay.

As dawn approaches, shadows blend,
With the light, their stories end,
Yet in darkness, they transcend,
Eternal whispers, shadows send.