Embers of Elder Tales

In the quiet cradle of the night, under a silvered veil of light,
Whispers of the ancient past, in the shadows, quietly cast.
Embers of elder tales ignite, upon the hearth, a sight so bright,
Stories told in hushed tones, of mystic lands and thrones.

By the moon's soft caress, we find solace in the wilderness,
Where the spirits of the old, through the winds, their tales are told.
In each ember's glow, secrets of the past, softly show,
Guiding like the stars above, imparting wisdom, and love.

So, by the night's embrace, we seek the ancient's grace,
Within the embers' light, finding strength in their plight.
For every tale spun, under the watchful eye of the moon,
Connects us all, under the sky, by the elder tales' sigh.