Baskadia

In moonlit grace, the stars align,

A symphony of dreams, so divine.

Whispers of night, a gentle embrace,

A sonnet of peace, in tranquil space.

Silent shadows dance with delight,

As the world rests, wrapped in night.

The poet's quill, a celestial pen,

Crafts verses of peace, again and again.

Nature's lullaby, a soft refrain,

Serenading the moon, casting no disdain.

Each stanza a melody, sweet and true,

In the poetry of night, dreams anew.

So let the words weave, in rhythm and rhyme,

A tapestry of verses, enduring through time.

In the quiet hours, where dreams are spun,

This poem unfolds till the rising sun.