Whispers in the Night

In the dead of night, a whispering breeze

Crept through the trees and rustled the leaves

The moon was hidden behind the clouds

And darkness reigned with all its shrouds

Suddenly, a sound cut through the air

A haunting melody, so sweet and rare

It was a voice, both pure and true

Singing a song, both old and new

The melody swirled and danced around

With each note, a new story was found

Of love, of loss, of hope, of pain

Each word, a treasure, not in vain

The singer's voice rose higher still

Til it echoed off the distant hill

And all who heard, were left entranced

By the magic of this singer's dance

Then as the song reached its end

The singer vanished, leaving just the wind

And in its wake, a memory stayed

Of a voice, so pure, that never fades.