In the twilight’s gentle embrace, she stands,Her coat a canvas of ebony dreams,Eyes reflecting the night’s whispered commands,Silent rivers flowing in moonlit streams.Her mane dances with the evening breeze,A symphony of shadows in graceful flight,In her gaze, the ancient mysteries tease,Stories untold beneath the starlit night.Graceful as the night, she moves with might,Each step a poem written on the wind,In her presence, dark turns to light,A beauty fierce, yet divinely pinned.Oh, black beauty, keeper of night’s lore,In your shadow, the world finds its rhyme,A creature of grace, forevermore,Eternal as the endless march of time.