In the graveyard where silence sleeps,
Rest the secrets that the nightkeeper keeps.
Tombstones stand like sentinels tall,
Guarding the dreams that heed the call.

Moss-covered paths weave through the night,
Whispers of souls in the pale moonlight.
Flickering shadows dance on the ground,
In this hallowed place where echoes abound.

Beneath the stars, the spirits roam,
Finding solace in their ancient home.
A haunting beauty, both dark and bright,
In the graveyard of dreams, all take flight.