In the heart of the mystic woods,
Where shadows dance and whispers play,
A silver crescent lights the path,
Guiding dreams through twilight’s sway.

Beneath the ancient, towering trees,
Where faeries weave their secret spells,
The air is thick with magic’s breath,
And stories only silence tells.

A river of stars flows overhead,
Mirroring the earth below,
As creatures of the night emerge,
In the moonlit, gentle glow.

Each leaf a guardian of lore,
Each breeze a song of time and space,
Within this realm of fantasy,
Mysteries linger, leaving no trace.