In the quiet embrace of twilight’s call,
Shadows dance with a gentle grace,
Beneath the moon’s watchful, tender gaze,
Spinning tales in the night’s soft fall.

They weave through dreams, elusive and light,
Whispering secrets in hushed, silent tones,
Guiding us through the unknown,
In the depths of the starlit night.

Their presence, a delicate, fleeting art,
Painting the world in shades of gray,
Holding mysteries in their silent sway,
Reflecting the echoes of the heart.

As dawn approaches, they fade away,
Leaving traces of night’s gentle lore,
Promising to return once more,
To dance again in the light of day.