In the neon glow where shadows dance,  

A heartbeat thumps, a fleeting chance,  

Through swirling lights and laughter's roar,  

He wandered deep, seeking something more.  


Four bricks of white, a heavy weight,  

In the chaos, he felt the fate,  

A slip of hand, a careless toss,  

In the club's embrace, he felt the loss.  


The bassline pulsed, the crowd alive,  

But in his chest, a fear did thrive,  

For in this maze of smoke and sound,  

The law could come, and he'd be bound.  


He searched the floor, the corners dim,  

With every glance, his chances slim,  

But fortune smiled, a glint of white,  

He found his prize in the fading light.  


With a breath held tight, he slipped away,  

Through bodies swaying, in disarray,  

The sirens wailed, a distant scream,  

But he was free, lost in a dream.  


In the night’s embrace, he made his way,  

A dance with danger, a price to pay,  

But in that moment, he felt alive,  

In the club's wild heart, he would survive