In the quiet of the night, it gleams,
A black dress of midnight dreams,
Woven from the threads of mystery,
A fabric of untold history.

Shadows dance in the moonlit glow,
Where secrets of the evening flow,
The dress whispers tales untold,
Of whispered love and courage bold.

Underneath the starlit sky,
The dress catches every eye,
An aura of elegance and grace,
A timeless piece, a delicate lace.

Through the silence of the night,
The black dress, a beacon of light,
It speaks of dreams yet to unfold,
In its embrace, stories are told.