Whispers in the Night

In the depth of night, where shadows reign,

And stars twinkle, a silver chain,

A voice whispers softly in the breeze,

And echoes through the rustling trees.

A melody that's heard by few,

A song that's old, but still anew,

A tune that speaks of love and pain,

And all that lies between the twain.

Its notes are subtle, soft, and low,

Like whispers of a lover's glow,

But as they rise and gain in power,

They shake the very midnight hour.

It speaks of mysteries untold,

Of secrets kept from young and old,

Of battles fought and lost and won,

Of souls that died before their time begun.

Its words are riddles, puzzles, clues,

That only a few can ever use,

To unlock the secrets of the past,

And learn the lessons that will last.

It tells of courage, hope, and faith,

And how they can conquer hate,

Of how a single candle's light,

Can drive away the darkest night.

But to those who dare to hear,

This song of truth, this voice so clear,

Will find a path that's long and steep,

Yet in the end, they'll surely reap.

The sweetest fruit, the highest prize,

That only those with open eyes,

And open hearts, can ever know,

The path that leads to where dreams go.