Draped in mystery, the black dress flows,
A silhouette of grace where moonlight glows.
Silent whispers of the night it bears,
In shadows deep, a story it shares.
Threads of darkness weave timeless lore,
Each fold a secret, each seam a door.
In its embrace, elegance finds its place,
A dance of shadows in a moonlit space.
Whispering softly as it moves with ease,
The black dress sways with the evening breeze.
Under starlit skies, it finds its voice,
In silent echoes, where hearts rejoice.
A canvas of night painted in deep hue,
The black dress holds dreams anew.
In its quiet grace, the world stands still,
Wrapped in its mystery, a timeless thrill.