The night city hides in glimmer,

transforming images of despair,

sparkles fall from cast reflections,

and rain from panes up in the air.

Dissonance turns into sad music,

sirens mourn out from the lanes,

city noises become a soundtrack,

on high-heeled streets devoid of shame.

Soiled walks appear to glitter,

bathed in neon from the square,

shaded alleys slip into darkness,

hiding screams that choke for air.

Humanity turns to dark refrain,

ghostly figures walk and sway,

living lies within their bottles,

the soulless city throwaways.

The night city seems to beckon,

over the water it reaches and calls,

moving, alive, and pulsing,

across the river one will fall.