Beneath velvet whispers,
the moon hums softly.
Shadows dance on the fringes,
waiting, ever waiting.
A solitary figure,
lantern in hand,
steps lightly on dew-kissed grass.
Echoes of laughter
ripple through the night air.
Join the circle,
where silence speaks.
Light the flame,
cast out the void.
Listen.
Remember.
The world pauses,
held in this moment.
A single note,
played on the lyre of night.
Awake,
Embrace.