In the cradle of the night,
A diamond whispers softly,
Its brilliance defying darkness,
A beacon in the stillness.
Born from the earth’s embrace,
Forged by time and pressure,
Its facets dance with stories,
Echoes of ancient whispers.
Through ages it has traveled,
A guardian of secrets untold,
Reflecting dreams and desires,
In its shimmering, eternal hold.
Yet amidst its flawless nature,
Lies the truth of its creation,
In imperfections, beauty finds form,
A dance of shadows and light.