Baskadia

In the quiet of the night, the stars softly gleam,

Whispers of the wind weave through the moonbeam.

In the depths of silence, secrets gently sway,

As shadows dance in the night, they gently play.

The world in slumber, dreams begin to soar,

As nightingales sing by the tranquil shore.

Each moment a melody, a symphony of grace,

In the tapestry of time, every heart finds its place.

Through the darkness, hope's light still shines,

Guiding us through life's twists and twines.

So let us embrace the night with open arms,

For within its embrace, lies endless

charms.