Beneath the cloak of night, she stands,
A silent symphony, a velvet strand.
Her beauty whispers in shadows deep,
A mystic allure that makes the soul weep.
Her gaze, a river of endless dreams,
Reflecting stars and moonlit streams.
In her eyes, the universe unfurls,
A dance of darkness, a world of pearls.
Through the night, she walks alone,
Her presence a melody, a soft intone.
Black beauty, a rare, enchanting sight,
A beacon of grace in the heart of night.
Her silence speaks, a language rare,
A tale of mystery, beyond compare.
In the depths of her shadowy grace,
Lies a beauty time cannot erase.