The Midnight Sanctuary

She crosses the threshold in the dead of the night,

Claiming the corners where there is no light.

A phantom cadence, a low-whispered lease,

Holding me close in a desperate peace.

I surrender the keys to her silent command,

Following footsteps across the dark land.

No defenses to build, no verdicts to move—

In the shadow she brings, I have nothing to prove.

But the morning arrives, and the borders reshape,

Daylight dismantles her spectral escape.

The gray world returns as her image grows faint,

Yet the promise of midnight keeps the solitary sane.