In the twilight’s gentle embrace,
She dons the black dress with grace,
Each fold a whisper of night,
Draped in shadows, soft and light.

The moonlight kisses her hem,
Stars weave into the fabric’s stem,
A tapestry of dreams unfurled,
A silent symphony in a bustling world.

Through the echoes of the evening’s song,
She moves with a rhythm, strong,
Every step a dance with time,
Every glance a secret rhyme.

In the black dress, stories reside,
Tales of wonder, far and wide,
An emblem of mystery, pure and deep,
A memory in the night to keep.