Beneath the gentle glow of night,
Where shadows weave their silent tale,
They dance with grace, in silver light,
A fleeting form, a phantom’s veil.

In moonlit whispers, shadows play,
Their secrets hidden from the sun,
A tapestry of night, they lay,
Until the dawn, their presence spun.

They glide along the quiet street,
In harmony with night’s own breath,
A symphony of silence, sweet,
They cradle dreams in gentle death.

Yet as the sun begins to rise,
The shadows fade, their stories told,
But in our hearts, their memory lies,
A soft reminder, strong and bold.