The Lost Song

In a valley hidden away,
The whispers tell of a song.
A melody, sweet as dew,
Carried by the wind,
But it is lost.

Twinkle in the Midnight Sky,
Dance the shadows, play and fly.
Secrets hiding, sweet and shy,
The song remembers the lullaby.

Among the relics, the tune hums,
Echoes of childhood, where fear comes.
Songs of silence, echoes that doom,
Yet they bloom like flowers in gloom.