In shadows deep
280 Words
In the heart of the city,
where the lights flicker and fade,
Alessandro reigns,
a king wrapped in darkness,
his throne built on whispered secrets
and unspoken fears.
He moves through the alleys,
where shadows cling like ghosts,
his laughter a low rumble,
echoing off damp brick walls,
each step a promise,
each glance a warning.
A crown without jewels,
worn easy on his brow—
a title heavy with life,
yet light enough to toss
to those who dare to challenge
his silent rule.
Beneath the surface,
the river runs thick with stories,
tales of loyalty forged in fire—
backroom deals, midnight confessions,
the tug of fate in every choice.
Men bow their heads,
women hold their breath,
navigating the badlands of his gaze,
for one slip, one whisper,
and the game turns deadly.
Yet here, in shadows deep,
is a dance born from conflict,
where hearts beat strong and wild,
drumming to the rhythm of danger.
Alessandro,
the quiet thunder crashing,
a storm passing through skulls
and open palms,
a ghost haunting dreams,
reminding us of the power
that comes wrapped in silence.
Some say he smiles in the dark,
a glint of mischief in his eye,
a wry joke shared with the night,
as if he knows the game too well,
the daunting task of being feared,
yet sought after like a star
lost in a blackened sky.
And so, in the maze of alleyways,
in the chains of loyalty and fear,
he moves, a shadow among shadows,
a whisper of power,
the dark mafia king,
Alessandro,
wrapped in the glamor of despair,
ruling a kingdom built on the brink,
forever dancing
between light and dark.
- Writer
