In the rhythm of midnight's sway, Lies a garment for every day. A cloak of dusk, a steadfast friend, Where men find solace, till days end.
In the fabric of night, a story to wear, Of everyday conquests, beyond compare. A silhouette's whisper, a tale of grace, In timeless threads, a daily embrace.
In ebony's fold, secrets reside, A haven for dreams, where hearts confide. A symphony of style, a sight to behold, In the world of men, its legacy bold.