In the city of lights, when the moon is high,
The nocturnal wanderers spread their wings to fly.
The city skyline glistens in their eyes so bright,
As they roam the streets, in the stillness of night.
The neon signs shimmer, casting a colorful glow,
As the wanderers tread the streets below.
The city hums with life, even in the dark,
As the wanderers leave their mystical mark.
The rush of traffic, the distant sound of chatter,
Fills the air as the wanderers flit and scatter.
The city comes alive with a magical sheen,
And the wanderers move through the scene.
The skyscrapers rise like giants to the sky,
And the wanderers below feel so free to fly.
The city’s heartbeat pulses through the night,
Guiding the wanderers in their flight.
The stars above twinkle, their silent guide,
As the wanderers roam, with nothing to hide.
The city lights twinkle, a symphony of sight,
In the eyes of those who wander through the night.