In the profound night's rites

In the shadows of the night, in its dark attire,

Hidden rites, secrets of the creature.

The moon, a silent witness, suspended,

Watches the dance of the intense night.

In flickering candles, the light falters,

Mysterious rituals, in the darkness it filters.

The wind whispers secrets to the high moon,

While silence dances around.

Under the nightly mantle, mysteries woven,

At midnight, secrets are shared.

Shadows dance in sinister circles,

Among murmurs and somber sighs.

The ravens, messengers of the somber night,

Sing songs of a cold melody.

Rites of the deep night, mystery revealed,

In forbidden words, destiny traced.

The heart beats in a secret rhythm,

Between enchantments and promises of affection.

In the veil of darkness, dreams unfold,

While time in the shadows coils.

Rites of the deep night, an indecipherable enigma,

Where the unknown becomes palpable.

Amid the sighs of the dark midnight,

The dance continues, with each obscure beat.

Thus, in the night where mysteries intertwine,

The rites of darkness secretly embrace.

In every shadow, a hidden secret,

In the deep night, where destiny is decided.

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