Metamorphosis of Midnight
Evolution of the soul
In the embrace of the midnight’s inky cloak,
Where shadows weave dreams, and the silence spoke,
A girl embarked on a journey, bespoke,
To witness the metamorphosis of midnight, a mystic stroke.
Under the star-studded canvas, she wandered free,
As the night’s tapestry whispered secrets to be,
The world in transition, a fascinating decree,
As the midnight hour unfolded, for her to see.
The moon, a chameleon, changed its attire,
Its phases a reflection of a cosmic fire,
From the crescent’s whisper to the full moon’s choir,
In the metamorphosis of midnight, her soul would aspire.
The constellations, like ancient storytellers, above,
Mapped out the tales of hope, of life, of love,
Guiding her through the mysteries, like a dove,
In the metamorphosis of midnight, from sky to earth and above.
As the girl walked on, the night’s magic embraced,
Stars became stepping stones, in the cosmos they raced,
Her dreams intermingled, celestial dreams traced,
In the metamorphosis of midnight, her spirit encased.
The night’s secrets, like the threads of a tapestry,
Wove through her heart, connecting all mystery,
In the realm of midnight’s profound alchemy,
A girl discovered the magic of the night’s symphony.
As the moon dipped low, and the stars took their flight,
The girl found herself in the realm of night’s light,
In the metamorphosis of midnight, she took her flight,
A journey of transformation, under the starry height.
