A shroud of darkness, velvet deep,
Envelops the world in silent sleep.
Stars, like diamonds, twinkle bright,
Piercing the veil of endless night.
The moon, a pale, ethereal sphere,
Casts a ghostly glow, cold and drear.
Shadows dance and creep and hide,
As fear and mystery abide.
A chilling wind whispers through the trees,
Carrying tales of ancient mysteries.
The world stands still, in hushed repose,
As twilight's curtain slowly closes.
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Beautiful and so rhythmic. Well done
Lovely poem.