As darkness falls, the moon ascends high,
Casting upon us its alluring silver dye, Night's embrace engulfs with a soothing hold,
A mystic aura weaving tales never told.
Beneath a celestial cloak, shadows dance,
Whispering in the moonlight's gentle trance,
The night rustles its secrets in every fold, As countless dreams in the dark unfold.
Alas! 'Tis the hour when stars come to life,
In sky ablaze, overcoming sorrow and strife,
Yet, cold gusts of wind speak their subtle please,
To seek solace in night's surreal decree.
