Metropolis at Midnight

Beneath the moon’s cool, watchful gaze,

The city stirs in a nocturnal haze.

Skyscrapers pierce the ink-black sky,

Their neon souls awake, never shy.

A symphony of distant sirens wails,

As taxicabs trace neon trails.

In the heart of this urban sprawl,

Dreams and secrets come to call.

The streets are paved with shattered glass,

Reflecting stories of those who pass.

The alleys whisper, harbor the unknown,

In the city that never finds a throne.

Midnight’s children, with dreams in tow,

Roam the city where secrets grow.

In hidden corners, stories unfurl,

As the metropolis dances with the world.

The city’s heartbeat, electric and bold,

In the midnight’s grip, its tales are told.

From penthouse heights to subway’s deep,

In its embrace, all secrets keep.

Metropolis at midnight, a world apart,

Where the human spirit finds its heart.

In the quiet hum of the darkened street,

Lies a city’s soul, a rhythm sweet.