In the quiet corners where shadows reside,
Whispers of secrets, in darkness, they confide.
Beneath the moon’s gentle, silvery embrace,
Shadows dance, leaving no trace.
They stretch and sway with a silent grace,
In nightâs deep, mysterious space.
Each shadow tells a story, unseen,
In the quiet hours, where dreams convene.
Shimmering softly under the starsâ gaze,
Shadows weave through the night’s maze.
They keep the secrets of the day,
As light fades, they come out to play.
In the realm of silence, they find their voice,
In darkness, they silently rejoice.
Shadows, the keepers of the night,
Whispering tales till the morning light.