23/08/23

Beneath the veil of midnight's hush,
A potion drawn from the depths unknown,
Nectar of the Moonlit Depths,
In chalice of starlight, softly shown.

A drink that's born from the slumber's realm,
Where dreams and shadows intertwine,
Its essence cools the fevered brow,
A touch of magic, so divine.

From lunar wells, this elixir drawn,
A sip of nights own whispered spell,
In stillness of the sleeping world,
Its tranquil whispers softly swell.

O nectar of the Moonlight depths,
Embrace the hour's quiet flight,
A draught of solace 'neath starlit skies,
A mystic balm for soul's delight.