Whispers in the twilight sing,
A melody of shadow's breath,
Amongst the stars where silence spins,
And time forgets the dance of death.

Refracted dreams through prisms flow,
Colors bleed into a singular hue,
The moon's embrace, a gentle woe,
As sunlight fades, revealing true.

Listen, oh traveler of the night,
To the echoes of this fleeting song,
Where darkness weaves the threads of light,
In the eclipse, we all belong.