In the quiet of the midnight hour,
Where shadows dance and dreams devour,
A black beauty waits in silent power,
Her presence like a darkened flower.

With eyes that gleam like onyx stone,
She wanders through the night alone,
Her steps a whispered, haunting tone,
A mystery, forever unknown.

Draped in the velvet of the night,
She moves with grace, a silent flight,
Through realms where stars lose their light,
A figure shrouded out of sight.

Oh, black beauty, silent muse,
In your shadowed world, you choose,
To live a life of hidden hues,
A paradox of darkened views.