Hearken to the voices, the keepers of shadow,
In solitude, where silence reigns hollow.
They whisper in tongues no light dare betray,
Where the night's black hymns keep the day at bay.
Step forth and hum with the celestial choir,
Feel the pulse of stars, their quiet fire.

Betelgeuse spoke to the moon last eve,
A tale of dusk only dreamers perceive.
Sirius watched as Orion did weep,
A sentinel of secrets the cosmos keep.

O Night, O Night, veiled in darkened grace,
Your truths lie hidden in the infinite space.
For only the unhallowed, the seekers of gloom,
May dance with your phantoms and share your tomb.
Your illusions, sweet, outshine the sun’s guise,
A realm of wonders untainted by lies.