In shadows deep, the fabric sways,
A whisper soft in moonlit rays,
Dark as night, yet full of grace,
The black dress claims its timeless place.
An aura strong, it casts a spell,
In silence speaks where words can’t dwell,
A mystery in every fold,
A story of the brave and bold.
Through halls of light, it moves unseen,
A silhouette in midnight sheen,
With every step, a dance with time,
A symphony in silent rhyme.
A garment simple, yet profound,
In its embrace, a strength is found,
A black dress worn with pride and flair,
A timeless charm beyond compare.