In the midnight’s veil, they softly tread,
Whispers echo in the moonlit glade,
Shadows twist in a dance unsaid,
Where light and darkness serenely fade.

Eyes like embers, burning bright,
In silent corners, they weave their tales,
A haunting song in the dead of night,
Carried by the wind, where silence prevails.

Beneath the stars, a secret realm,
Where dreams and fears entwine and play,
The demons dance, at night’s helm,
In the quiet, where shadows sway.

Yet in their dance, a truth unfolds,
In the heart’s mirror, their stories lie,
For demons, too, have tales untold,
In the silent corners, where shadows fly.