In the heart of the bustling metropolis, they rise,
Queens of the city, under the moonlit skies.
Guardians of dreams, with crowns of shimmering light,
They rule with grace, in the silence of the night.

Their shadows dance on cobblestone streets,
Echoes of laughter, where the city’s pulse beats.
With eyes that see through the veil of the dark,
They hold the secrets of every alley and park.

Night after night, they weave their silent spell,
In whispered winds, their tales they tell.
Of love and loss, of joy and despair,
The queens of the city, always aware.

As dawn approaches, they fade into mist,
Leaving behind the memories kissed.
Until the next night, when the city sleeps,
The queens of the city, their vigil keeps.