In the middle of the night

In the darkest hours, when the moon shines bright,
there dwells a girl, a mystic sight,
In the middle of the night, she roams,
A soul so ethereal, she calls it home.

Her eyes, like stars, sparkle with a glow,
Reflecting the secrets only she knows,
She walks the paths where shadows dance,
Embracing the night's whispered romance.