City lights flicker like the dreams of the night,
Each bulb a whisper, a story, a fight.
Skyscrapers pierce the dark like swords,
Guarding the tales of the untold hordes.
In the buzz, the silence finds its voice,
Telling tales of sorrow, love, and rejoice.
Under the neon sky, we walk, we gaze,
Lost and found in its luminous maze.