In the hush of night where shadows play,
A goddess emerges, in twilight's sway.
Her silhouette, a canvas of dreams untold,
Adorned with the cosmos, in silver and gold.
Stars weave through her hair, like whispers of fate,
Each twinkle a story, each glance a gate.
Constellations dance on her skin, pure and bright,
Mapping the secrets of the endless night.
With patterns of stardust, she claims the skies,
A tapestry woven with ancient sighs.
Horoscopic signs, in celestial grace,
Guide the lost wanderers to their rightful place.
In her gaze lies the wisdom of ages gone by,
A mirror reflecting the vastness of sky.
She cradles the moonlight, the sun's warm embrace,
A guardian of dreams in this sacred space.
So let us be still, in her luminous glow,
For in her presence, the universe flows.
A goddess of night, with stars as her crown,
In her celestial reverie, we are never alone.
