Master of Midnight

She said “Ruby,” like a siren in the smoke,

Bar lights blinked and the jukebox choked.

I caught her pulse riding close to the rail,

Told the city hush—let the dark prevail.

Motor up, iron lungs exhale,

Every lane a vow I will not fail.

I keep my power quiet as a blade,

Offer terms—every line obeyed.

Consent is the crown I wear to rule,

I draw the borders, but she holds the tool.

Say the color, and we ease the wire;

Say the word, I’ll kill the fire.

I’m the master of midnight, measured and steady,

Bass like thunder, hands kept ready.

I command the skyline, but I serve her choice,

Every order tempered by her voice.

When she leans into the edge I set,

I’m the promise I won’t forget.

Master of midnight—only if she calls—

Power that listens, power that falls.

Highway cuts like a vinyl groove,

Her breath in time with every move.

Leather hymns and a city-wide choir,

We dance on the brink, never cross the wire.

I read her tremor like a sacred text,

Advance one step, then guard the next.

Discipline is a gift I bring,

A patient storm around a ring.

Signal clean, I calibrate the reign,

Tension tuned to carry pain—

Not to wound, but to refine—

Edge the diamond till it shines.

I’m the master of midnight, measured and steady,

Bass like thunder, hands kept ready.

I command the skyline, but I serve her choice,

Every order tempered by her voice.

When she leans into the edge I set,

I’m the promise I won’t forget.

Master of midnight—only if she calls—

Power that listens, power that falls.

I won’t take what isn’t given—

We write the rules we’re living.

If fear appears, I let it pass;

If she says “stop,” I lift the glass.

Knot by knot, we fuse the night,

Steel and silk in equal right.

She’s not owned—she’s on the throne—

I hold the weight she makes her own.

(Whisper) “Ruby, breathe.”

(Whisper) “Count to three.”

(Whisper) “My lead?”

(Whisper) “Only if you agree.”

I’m the master of midnight, measured and steady,

Bass like thunder, hands kept ready.

I command the skyline, but I serve her choice,

Every order tempered by her voice.

When the city’s halo fades to gray,

We keep the pact till break of day.

Master of midnight—only if she calls—

Power that listens, power that falls.

Fade the engine, dim the flame—

Two signatures. One shared name.