Nocturnal Whispers

To observe, at closer quarters,

The secrets of the deep night,

In whispering winds, bells, and

In Supreme Shadow's light.

Nocturnal whispers in the night,

Mysteries hidden from our sight,

In the moon's embrace, we'll find,

Secrets of the nocturnal kind.

In quite a timid, lame embrace,

The quiet moon resets its hue,

Rising then, with a silver brush,

To paint the old world in a hush.

Riding in the stillness of night,

Phantoms and shadows divine,

Celestial whispers, near and far,

In the darkness, stories align.

Nocturnal whispers in the night,

Mysteries hidden from our sight,

In the moon's embrace, we'll find,

Secrets of the nocturnal kind.

Under the veil of secrets untold,

The Sprite's dance, eerie and bold,

In the pale glow, waltz and weave,

A labyrinth of tales they all conceive.

In the heart of nocturnal reign,

Silence and shadows intertwine,

A revelation, deep, stirs the soul,

Unveiling mysteries, making us whole.

Nocturnal whispers in the night,

Mysteries hidden from our sight,

In the moon's embrace, we'll find,

Secrets of the nocturnal kind.

As we look out the window, old,

To observe, at closer quarters,

The night sends out shivers, cold,

Through Supreme Shadow's light.

-- Pradeep K (Prady)

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