Beneath the whispers of the silver moon, Where twilight dances with the stars' embrace, I stand with hopes a cosmic tune will croon, And seek the answer in your twinned grace. O Castor, bright with wisdom's gentle glow, And Pollux, bold where constellations weave, In starry realms your astral bodies flow— Together, twin protectors of the eve. In this celestial hall where dreams align, I humbly ask to take your spectral hands, To weave my humble fate with yours divine, And journey through these vast eternal lands. Mercurial watchmen of the sky's design, Would you accept this humble heart of mine?