In the quiet of the night, where dreams take flight,
A silhouette emerges, cloaked in deepest hue,
Whispers of mystery in her gentle stride,
Black beauty dances under the silver moon’s view.

Her eyes, like onyx pools, hold secrets untold,
Glimmers of starlight reflect in their depths,
Silent tales of ancient worlds unfold,
In her presence, the night takes a breath.

Her mane, a cascade of shadowy silk,
Flows like a river of midnight’s embrace,
Each movement a poem, a story of grace,
In her essence, time slows its relentless chase.

Oh, black beauty, in your enchanting allure,
You weave dreams in the fabric of night,
A testament to the power of nature’s pure,
In your shadow, we find our light.