Beneath the moon’s tender embrace,
A silhouette of midnight grace,
The black dress whispers tales untold,
Of mysteries in the night to unfold.

Draped in shadows, it moves with ease,
Dancing with the evening breeze,
A symphony in fabric spun,
As stars blink out, one by one.

In the dim light, it softly glows,
A beacon where the darkness flows,
Embracing silence, it stands so tall,
A silent witness to the night’s call.

The black dress, a story in seams,
Of whispered dreams and moonlit beams,
It tells of nights both calm and wild,
A timeless elegance, forever beguiled.