Sombra's Whisper

[Verse 1]
The bodega's ghost-light shimmered, a familiar, low hum,
Then a voice cut the quiet: "Sombra, that cadence, that flow..."
My spine felt the blueprint shift, a new layer on the stone,
Just a nod, a brief moment, yet I wasn't quite alone.

[Chorus]
A name in the night, a silent chord struck,
Felt the city's hum shift, a new line on the block.
Just a flicker, a moment, a truth I couldn't deny,
The concrete beneath me, now reaching for the sky.

[Verse 2]
The scent of fried plátanos, ghosts of Zona Colonial breeze,
Melted into cold exhaust, through these Washington Heights trees.
This new edifice rising, from forgotten, silent corners,
A public façade forming, for my quiet, midnight mourners.

[Chorus]
A name in the night, a silent chord struck,
Felt the city's hum shift, a new line on the block.
Just a flicker, a moment, a truth I couldn't deny,
The concrete beneath me, now reaching for the sky.

[Bridge]
The hum of the city, a lullaby on the fire escape,
Whispering of structures built, that no storm could reshape.
But every rising beam, carries shadows from the ground,
A bittersweet echo, in the silence I'd found.

[Outro]
Just 'Sombra' whispered low, by an old street lamp's gleam,
A quiet, fragile truth, waking up from the dream.