In the stillness of the night, she stands,
A silhouette against the moonlit land,
Her raven locks, a cascade of dark strands,
A mystery written in nature’s hand.

Eyes like obsidian, deep and profound,
Echoes of stars in a silent sound,
She walks with grace, her steps unbound,
In her presence, all shadows are crowned.

The night embraces her with gentle care,
A symphony of whispers fills the air,
She is the enigma, both rare and fair,
A beauty untouched, beyond compare.

In the heart of darkness, she finds her light,
A beacon of hope in the endless night,
Black Beauty, a vision of pure delight,
Her elegance, a timeless sight.