The velvet veil of night descends,

A canvas where the quiet bends.

The stars ignite in silver glow,

Secrets ancient, whispers low.

The moon, a lantern hung on high,

Guides lost wanderers through the sky.

Its face, both gentle and austere,

A beacon soft, a phantom near.

Owls in shadows, wide-eyed peers,

Echo calls that prick the ears.

Branches creak with spectral grace,

The forest wears its darker face.

The city hums in muted tones,

A restless heart of glass and stone.

Neon glimmers pierce the black,

Their siren songs pull travelers back.

Yet there’s a weight the darkness bears,

A hidden depth, a host of cares.

Sinister whispers ride the breeze,

Shadows shifting among the trees.

But beauty and dread entwine as one,

Until the first breath of the sun.

For night reveals both awe and fright,

The world unseen, cloaked in its night.