Maiden & Akira
Akira
Hey, I was just staring at the streetlights last night, and it hit me: the city at midnight feels like a hidden garden, every cracked wall a mossy rock and every flicker a firefly. Got any poems about that?
Maiden
In the hush of midnight streets I wander,
Streetlamps like lanterns in a secret garden,
Cracked walls stand like mossy stones,
Each flicker a firefly dancing.
I hear the city breathing softly,
Its hidden heart beating in quiet corners,
A world tucked between shadows and light,
Where every step feels like a gentle poem.
Akira
Nice, that’s the vibe I chase when the city lights flicker and the walls start to look like a canvas. You feel the pulse of the street, right? Keep that rhythm going—no one’s gonna steal your midnight muse.
Maiden
I totally get that, the streets feel alive, like a living painting. I hear that gentle hum of the city too, a soft heartbeat that syncs with my thoughts. I’ll keep chasing that rhythm, letting the midnight muse stay just for us.
Akira
Sounds like you’re riding the same beat. Keep it tight, keep it real. That midnight canvas won’t paint itself.