In my solemn hour, when the world grows still,
And shadows dance across the darkened room,
I find solace in the quiet of the night,
A time for reflection, a time for grace.

The weight of the day lifts from my weary shoulders,
As I sink into the depths of my thoughts,
Contemplating the mysteries of life,
And the fleeting nature of time.

In this sacred space, I am free to...