Her steps beat rhythms only she can hear...

Under neon’s pulse, she walks alone,

A queen of night, of steel and bone.

Her eyes hold stories, fierce and wide,

A city’s hum beneath her stride.

The leather whispers, her spirit gleams,

A symphony of shattered dreams.

She reigns in silence, bold and bright,

A shadow queen in velvet night.

 

_ Lumevea

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