Numerical whispers under the starless sky!

In fields of digits, tales unfold,

Seven-six-nine in shadows bold,

Two-four-three, a story told,

Six-six-zero, secrets hold,

Nine-four-three-two, mysteries enfold,

And a zero is all I told,

To TT, in distant time, behold,

As twilight whispers, I bid adieu,

This verse, perhaps, my final view.