In the stillness of the twilight,
A black dress dances with the night,
Shadows wrap around her grace,
An enchanting, timeless embrace.
Stars above in silent awe,
As she glides without a flaw,
Whispering secrets to the moon,
Underneath the velvet swoon.
Every thread a tale untold,
Of mystery and allure so bold,
Draped in whispers, cloaked in dreams,
Seamless as the midnight streams.
Her presence, a poem in disguise,
Woven in the fabric of the skies,
In the dark, she finds her light,
A black dress, a starry night.