In the silence of twilight’s embrace,
She stands, a vision of midnight grace.
The black dress, woven with dreams untold,
Cascades like a river, dark and bold.

Her silhouette dances with the moon’s soft gleam,
In a world where shadows and light convene.
Each thread a whisper, a silent sigh,
As stars weave their stories in the velvet sky.

The fabric holds secrets of laughter and tears,
Of whispered promises and forgotten fears.
It sways with the rhythm of a timeless waltz,
A dance of memories that never halts.

In the black dress, she finds her song,
A melody where she truly belongs.
With every step, the night unfolds,
A tapestry of stories waiting to be told.