Example output
Beneath the cloak of twilight's bloom,
Rests a silent guardian, a ghostly loom;
In heaven's garden, it weaves with grace,
Threads of silver in night's dark lace.
What sphere dares mirror the sun's bright face,
Yet holds in shadows a darker trace?
It sways the seas with a hidden hand,
And waltzes with stars, o'er the sleeping land.
This celestial dancer in the sky,
Wears many masks as the nights slip by;
Tell me, seeker with thoughts so deep,
What is the name of this keeper of sleep?