In the quiet night, she dances, unseen,
With shadows cast by the moon’s soft gleam.
Her grace, a whisper, a silent dream,
Black beauty, in darkness, reigns supreme.

The stars above, they envy her hue,
A tapestry of night, in shades so true.
Her mystery, a story old yet new,
Black beauty’s allure, forever in view.

She moves with the wind, a phantom’s grace,
In the velvet sky, she finds her place.
Her presence, a calm, an endless space,
Black beauty, a timeless embrace.

In every corner of the night she stays,
A silent guardian through twilight’s maze.
Her beauty, a light in the darkest phase,
Black beauty, in shadows, she always plays.