In the hush of night where shadows creep,

Moonlight spills in silver sweep.

It kisses trees and quiet streams,

A poet’s balm, the food of dreams.

Soft and pure, it soothes the skies,

A silent truth that never lies.

But deeper in the woods’ embrace,

Moonshine hides with outlaw grace.

No tender glow or silver gleam—

It burns like fire in a rebel’s dream.

In copper stills and whispered pacts,

It dances wild behind the facts.

Moonlight guides the lover’s gaze,

A gentle muse in softened haze.

Moonshine lights a reckless fire,

A hidden flame of raw desire.

One beams from high with hallowed face,

The other runs a wilder race.

One sings of stars, of peace, of night—

The other roars, unchecked delight.

So raise a glass beneath the moon,

Let both their songs compose your tune.

The light that soothes, the fire that bites—

Twin spirits born of different nights.