Whispers of the Night

In the quiet hush of twilight's glow,

Where shadows dance and secrets flow,

The moonlight spills on silver streams,

Awakening the night with dreams.

Beneath the stars, the whispers rise,

Tales of old beneath dark skies,

Of lovers lost, of battles fought,

In silent realms where hope is sought.

The wind carries stories, soft and clear,

Of fleeting moments, held so dear,

In every rustle of the leaves,

A world of magic, the heart believes.

Through the veil where shadows play,

The past entwines with the break of day,

And in that space where echoes dwell,

The heart finds truth, the soul can tell.

So let the night embrace your fears,

For in its depths lie countless years,

A tapestry woven with love and strife,

In every whisper, the pulse of life.