In shadows where the evening sighs,
A black dress dances under moonlit skies.
Its fabric whispers secrets of the dark,
A gentle waltz, a quiet, haunting spark.

The stars above, they watch with gleaming eyes,
As silk and shadow form their silent ties.
A mystery unfolds in every sway,
A timeless tale where night and dreams play.

The gentle breeze, it carries her along,
A melody, a silent, whispered song.
The black dress flows like rivers in the night,
In elegant embrace with fading light.

Beneath the moon’s soft, tender, silver gaze,
The black dress moves through time’s enchanting maze.
A story woven into fabric’s thread,
Where dreams and shadows gracefully are wed.