**_With the night comes darkness, but also stars,
A quiet hymn beneath the heavens' scars.
The velvet cloak of shadow spreads its wings,
Yet in its depths, celestial beauty sings.
A thousand pinpricks pierce the inky shroud,
Each one a whisper, soft but clear and proud.
They wink and dance, a timeless, fleeting show,
Guiding dreamers where their hearts would go.
The moon ascends, a lantern hung on...