Cloak of Night

In the quiet cloak of night, shadows play,
Whispering secrets through the moonlit trees,
They dance like phantoms, drifting far away,
A mystery wrapped in the evening breeze.
With every flicker, the dark begins to sway,
A silent witness to dreams that never cease,
In their embrace, we find a gentle peace,
Lost in the twilight, where worries find release.