In the heart of night, shadows dance and weave,
Silent whispers echo, secrets they conceive.
The moon, a guardian of the silent dark,
Watches over dreams, leaving a glowing mark.

Through the abyss, stars begin to spark,
Guiding lost souls, with a gentle arc.
In the stillness, hope finds its place,
Embracing the night with a tender grace.

Darkness cradles the weary and forlorn,
Offering solace until the break of dawn.
The night, a canvas of endless expanse,
Holds mysteries in its deep, silent trance.

As dawn whispers its gentle refrain,
Shadows retreat, but the essence remains.
For in the darkness, we find our sight,
Embracing both the day and the night.