The Night Manager

The night manager, the anchor, holds a revenue of gold, 

A role that never loses sight of its ultimate reasonability.

Pillars of entrusted stories yield adventures to be told 

By abundant division of rooms maximizing occupancy. 

Unique buildings, iconic treasures becoming a passion

Ensure the extraordinary guest meet memorable experience, 

Compel with culture of trust and cherished collaboration 

Available preferences cross the bridge of culture and distance. 

Tailored opportunities creating a bespoke academy 

An environment within the drench drunk twilight,

Diversity inclusion, a core belief of care philosophy 

For clandestine concept and the lavishly romantic delight. 

The night manager, an ambassador of vision in the dark

A sense of belonging that transcends all other events.

Positivity and personality build and nurture security,

While sleep oozes into feedback tweaks of review sentiments. 

A stitch in time defines hands-on audit detail attention, 

Consistency and relevance, valuing guests over the process.

The hidden corridors, floor walks, fire exit doors, and alarm,

Death and disciplinary, staff intrigues, the myth, and mistress.

Some wicked intentions go to bed before the dance starts,  

Sunrise surprises in the services lift, lost keys, and dirty draws.

Aftershock negligee, scotch on the rocks from smooth-talking cats,

Out of town, staggering on a swanky breath of doleful see-saw.

The night manager, a consummate owl of the beloved firm,

Holds, cash and keys, and wisdom of saintly degrees.

Always there to sweep around the labyrinth dirt, rarely seen,

A reaper of dreams, the anchor of rates and service fees

Mute by day, a smart-ass by night, sassy vice with many choices.

The wreckers, smokers, and fraudsters, who come in dolly wagons, 

Meet the brute with the force of standards and policy compliances,  

Rhapsody and rhymes, enjoy wake-up calls and breakfast times.

The night manager, on-call for urgency and the guest emergency,

The buffer, the scrubber, teeth in the night, and talent of the gloom.   

Taxis, cheap tours, benefit bureaucracy, and all the fake currency, 

Listed creaking floorboards, rapturous groan, coming from the moon.

Mask invasion, mockery come alive behind people’s secret connive, 

Make the gloom resemble diamonds of fire and ice on a gravel site.

Shadow conspiracy, Valhalla perspectives, acts of deception derive. 

Every night of passion has severe consequences when it is daylight. 

Incredible skyline reaching infinity, my life, my hope, my destiny. 

The luxurious boutique, with interiors and exteriors of Opulence

The flee-pit, offering fewer amenities and a bare necessity. 

Nights allowed for an enthralling exquisite immersive experience. 

Soft jazz melts the hour, champagne and wine authenticity adore. 

The night manager, a recluse in stripes suit, blue, grey, and black.

drunkards adore, their reflections illumined on the ceramic tile floor, 

But the ghostly figure remains largely anonymous by the audit track. 

Hotels, my private place of solace, my spa world of the infamous, 

Vibrant cacophonous bar symphony swirling around my head.

And the inexplicable long hours are given to this creative process,

Late check-in, early check-out, of the invisible and formidable bed.