In shadows of the night, it gleams so bright,
A black dress draped in mystery’s light.
Elegant and timeless, it weaves a spell,
A silent story it yearns to tell.

Through ballroom glides and moonlit strolls,
It whispers secrets, it holds our souls.
In its embrace, we find our grace,
A symbol of beauty, in every place.

With every thread, a tale is spun,
Of nights that ended, and those begun.
It hides, reveals, a dance, a play,
In black dress, we sway away.

So let it be, this dress of night,
A beacon in the soft moonlight.
For in its folds, we all confess,
The magic of the black dress.