Snow time watch

Silent guardians, watch the darkness fall,

Eyes that pierce through shadows, answering the call.

Under midnight’s heavy cloak, they stand so brave,

Silent whispers echo, secrets they enslave.

Flickering neon pulses, beats of the unseen,

Guardians of the night, in a world between.

As dawn looms on horizon, their vigil almost done,

Fading into daylight, shifting with the sun.

But shadows linger, secrets deep and vast,

What happens after the watch? It’s a story cast.

Run into the aftermath, where mystery replays,

Techno pulses, funk rhythms, in the break of day.

Night’s watch keeps the secrets, never to betray,

In the chaos after, where shadows sway.

Heartbeat synched with glitching sparks,

Darkness dissolved in flashing marks.

Fevered night turns into light,

What’s left behind in sight?

Silent guardians fade away,

But their echoes in the ether stay.

Watchers of the night’s endless dance,

After the watch, destiny’s advance.