Rhythm of Night and Illusion

In the midnight's quiet breath, shadows dance, defying death,

Mystic whispers, secrets kept, in the dark, we've wept,

Dreams entwined with phantom grace, illusions mask our face,

In this boundless, star-lit space, we find our place.

Rhythm of the night, we sway, in the moon's soft ray,

Illusions guide our way, in the dreams we play,

Echoes in the silent night, visions burning bright,

In this dance, we take flight, into the light.

Through the veil of endless night, where the stars ignite,

Phantoms whisper, pure delight, in the shadowed sight,

Bound by threads of fleeting time, in this dark sublime,

In the rhythm's secret rhyme, we start to climb.

Rhythm of the night, we sway, in the moon's soft ray,

Illusions guide our way, in the dreams we play,

Echoes in the silent night, visions burning bright,

In this dance, we take flight, into the light.

Nebula's glow, a silent beat, where the shadows meet,

In this dance, our hearts complete, in the night's retreat,

Every step, a story told, in the dreams we hold,

In this rhythm, pure and bold, we break the mold.

Rhythm of the night, we sway, in the moon's soft ray,

Illusions guide our way, in the dreams we play,

Echoes in the silent night, visions burning bright,

In this dance, we take flight, into the light.

As the night begins to fade, in the dreams we've made,

Illusions in the shade, our memories invade,

Rhythm of the night, so grand, in this timeless land,

Guiding us with gentle hand, in the starlit sand.