In the twilight’s gentle embrace, A black butterfly takes its place, Wings of midnight, soft and sleek, In the garden, shadows speak.
Whispers of the moonlit night, Guide its flight, a ghostly sight, Through the air, it weaves a tale, Of secrets hidden, dark and frail.
Among the blooms of vibrant hue, It dances in the evening dew, A contrast stark, yet so serene, A fleeting glimpse of the unseen.
Mystery cloaked in velvet wings, A silent song, the night it sings, In the heart of dusk, it flies, A black butterfly, beneath the skies.
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