In the silent whispers of the night,
Where shadows dance without a light,
Black drapes the world in velvet grace,
A tranquil, timeless, boundless space.

The stars above, like diamonds, gleam,
Piercing through the darkened dream,
Each twinkle tells a tale untold,
In the vast expanse, both young and old.

The stillness wraps the earth in peace,
A blanket where all troubles cease,
Black holds the secrets of the deep,
In its embrace, we fall asleep.

Yet in its void, there’s beauty found,
In every echo, every sound,
Black, the canvas of the night,
Where dreams take flight, in endless flight.