In shadows deep where whispers dwell,

The moonlight weaves a silver spell,

With every step, the silence sighs,

As secrets dance beneath the skies.


The trees stand tall, their branches bare,

Like sentinels in midnight air,

I creep along the winding path,

Where echoes linger, memories bath.


The cool breeze carries tales untold,

Of lovers lost and dreams of old,

Each rustle in the underbrush,

A heartbeat quickens, senses rush.


The stars above, like watchful eyes,

Illuminate the darkened skies,

With every flicker, every gleam,

I wander deeper into dream.


The world asleep, yet I am wide,

With every shadow, I confide,

In secrets held by night’s embrace,

A fleeting glimpse of time and space.


Through tangled vines and moonlit glades,

I weave my way through twilight shades,

A phantom in the velvet dark,

A fleeting thought, a whispered spark.


So let me roam where silence reigns,

Through haunted woods and soft refrains,

For in the night, I find my flight,

Creeping softly, lost in light.