In the quiet corners of the night,Where shadows dance in muted grace,Secrets whisper softly, out of sight,In the hidden folds of time and space.

Beneath the moon’s gentle, watchful glow,They weave their tales in hush and murmur,Stories untold, where only dreams can go,In a world where silence is the keeper.

The stars, like sentinels, watch over all,Guardians of truths, both old and new,While secrets sway in a celestial ball,In the heart of darkness, their colors true.

Yet as dawn breaks, the secrets fade,Receding into the light of day,Leaving whispers in the night they’ve made,A tapestry of mysteries, woven away.