Dark hours of the night, shadows creep,
A world shrouded in secrets, a silence deep.
The moon, a lone sentinel in the sky,
Casting silver threads, as time passes by.
Whispers of the wind, a haunting tune,
Invisible sorrows under the watchful moon.
Stars twinkle, like distant dreams they gleam,
Guiding lost souls in this nocturnal scheme.
Thoughts, like phantoms, dance through the mind,
In the obsidian canvas, they intertwine.
The world at rest, in a tranquil embrace,
These dark hours, a sanctuary, a quiet space.
Embrace the night, its mysteries and fears,
For in the darkness, courage appears.
In the quiet, we find our inner light,
In these dark hours, we discover our might.
© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi
Ifedolapo Ogunniyi 