In the labyrinth of neon veins,
Where shadows dance with coded chains,
A city hums — electric, vast,
Its heartbeat pulsing, fierce, steadfast.
Steel towers rise like frozen fire,
Screens ignite with ghostly choir,
Glitches whisper, secrets burn,
Every corner waits its turn.
A lone figure walks, unseen,
Eyes reflecting data streams,
Boots strike sparks on iron ground,
Each step a prophecy profound.
Vodka dreams and rum;lit skies,
Fragments of forgotten lies,
Circuits bleed, the night is raw,
Freedom carved in cyber law.
Voices echo, sharp and cold,
Stories traded, futures sold,
Yet in the static, hope remains,
A rebel’s song through broken chains.
And when the dawn refuses light,
The city glows in endless night,
A poem etched in neon flame,
Cyber;Onegin speaks his name.
Cyberpunk Poem
© Copyright: Руслан Трохнюк, 2026
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