In realms where shadows wrap the world in night, Nyx rises, veiled in stars, a silent flight. Her presence deep, a velvet cloak so wide, Enfolds the earth where mysteries abide.

Her hair, a river dark as midnight’s shroud, Cascades through skies, where whispers are allowed. With gentle grace, she moves through starlit dreams, A goddess born of deep, eternal streams.

Her eyes, the mirrors of the moon’s soft glow, Reflect the secrets only night can know. She breathes the stillness, where the fears do sleep, And guards the silence, ancient, dark, and deep.

O Nyx, the mother of the night’s embrace, In shadows, and in dreams, we see your face. Through twilight’s veil, your presence we revere, In every whispered breath, you are near.