In the quiet, shadowed hours, mysteries take flight,

Whispers of the unknown, in the stillness of the night.

Stars gleam like secrets, hidden in the sky,

Twinkling tales above, where dreams and wishes lie.

The moon, a silent guardian, watches from afar,

Casting silver beams, like a guiding star.

Owls hoot softly, their wisdom in the dark,

Echoes of ancient lore, leaving their mark.

Footsteps on cobblestones, a ghostly, gentle tread,

Stories of the past, where the living fear to tread.

The night holds its secrets, wrapped in a dark embrace,

A realm of quiet wonder, a mysterious, hidden place.

As dawn approaches, the mysteries fade from sight,

But they linger in our hearts, till the next enchanting night.