In the tranquil depths of night,
She rises with a mystic grace,
A beacon of ethereal light,
Adorning the velvet space.

Her silver beams through shadows glide,
A silent watcher of the earth,
In her glow, secrets reside,
Ancient tales and whispered mirth.

Veiled in mysteries profound,
Her phases mark the passage time,
From crescent slivers, tightly wound,
To full orb, in splendor's prime.

What secrets does her surface...