A beacon pierces the murky sky.
A sign in dark, where hope resides,
A flicker dances, truth betides.
Amidst the silence, soft whispers rise,
Ethereal figures, where darkness lies.
Enigmatic creatures born of night,
Silent observers of the world's plight.
They bear secrets long forgotten,
In their veils of mystery begotten.
Their presence haunts the realm of dreams,
Guarding pathways to hidden streams.
A symphony of whispers, their voices hum,
Like lullabies lost on silent drum.
They speak of stories whispered low,
Of destinies untold, they gently sow.
Oh, sign in dark, your enigma profound,
A guiding light in shadows profound.
We are but seekers in your vast domain,
Embracing the secrets you softly explain.
In the realm of darkness, you gently guide,
A sign of hope, where stories reside.
Angela Manalang Gloria's pen,
Weaves a tapestry of dreams within.