In the shadows of the evening light,
A black dress dances with the night,
Silken whispers in the breeze,
Embracing elegance with ease.

Threads woven in mystery’s hue,
Reflecting dreams that once were true,
Draped in grace, it softly flows,
Where secrets of the twilight go.

Beneath the stars, it finds its place,
A silhouette of timeless grace,
With every step, a story spun,
In the realm where night begun.

A garment of the moonlit dance,
Capturing hearts with every glance,
The black dress sings its silent song,
A timeless echo, deep and strong.