In the cityscape rainbow, where no sky is seen,

An array of colours, subdued yet serene.

Gold, in the lamp posts’ flickering light,

Illuminating paths, guiding the night,

under a flame that dances and sparks,

Luminous yet cold, lighting up the dark,

dancing shadows to a neon flickering glow,

in streets, otherwise grim, an inviting show.

White, as gentle as a snowflake’s fall,

Softens the concrete jungle, covering it all.

Cold hard and quiet as a whisper,

unfeeling stone, concrete, a frigid vista.

Like a blanket of death, whispering its grace,

covering grey rock and structures in an embrace.

Black, a void, like shadows in the alley,

A reminder of depths, where fears rally.

In this void of emptiness and despair,

A darkness so deep, it’s hard to compare,

to the threat that lurks, light can not repair,

What skulks in the alleys, a mysterious snare.

Brown, the earth’s touch, holding us firm,

Muck between cracks, decay’s strength affirm.

the earthy tone of grimes muddiness,

A reminder of dirt and filth’s ruddiness.

the vulgar timbre of infertile ground,

Reminds us of the grave always around.

Grey, the misty veil, rain’s gentle caress,

Blanketing the city, a moment of quietness.

the towering walls bring a crushing twist.

A calm yet stifling hue, not to be missed.

Pink, a touch of visual, softness in kind,

Bringing consolation to ease the mind.

A burst of colour, graffiti on the wall,

Expressions of art, a city’s vibrant call.

colours of rebellion and passions delight,

An angry hue that brings status at night.

In this urban rainbow, a unique display

A vibrant spectrum that won’t fade away.

No sky above, yet a strange beauty resides,

In the city’s colours, a different spectrum abides.

In this cityscape rainbow, colours intertwine,

Crafting a culture, in its visual design.

No sky may be seen, but hues abound,

Breathing life into concrete, all around.

In a cityscape rainbow, where no sky is seen,

A complexity of cultures, colours paints the city scene.