Twilight's Grace

(Verse 1) In shadows deep, where secrets hide, Moths emerge, their presence wide. Whispering wings in the dead of night, Claiming our spaces, out of sight. Their silent flutter, a haunting call, As they creep along the wall. Eyes aglow with an eerie gleam, Infiltrating our every dream. (Chorus) Moths encroach, in the twilight's grace, Claiming dominion, our living space. Their whispers echo in the moon's embrace, A sinister dance in the hidden place. (Verse 2) They weave their webs of silk and shade, In corners where our fears are laid. Their touch, a chill upon the skin, As they wrap our world within. No corner safe from their creeping taint, As they paint our reality faint. In the darkness, they hold their sway, Moths, the rulers of the night, they stay. (Chorus) Moths encroach, in the twilight's grace, Claiming dominion, our living space. Their whispers echo in the moon's embrace, A sinister dance in the hidden place. [Instrumental Outro]