In the stillness of the night, whispers tread,
Through alleys where secrets dare not spread,
The moon casts its watchful, pale gaze,
On deeds hidden in the shadowed maze.

Footsteps echo on cobbled streets,
Where justice and guilt silently meet,
A dance of shadows, fleeting and sly,
Under the indifferent, starry sky.

The clock ticks in cruel harmony,
Counting moments of silent felony,
Eyes peer from behind closed doors,
Fear and curiosity wage their wars.

As dawn breaks with its golden light,
The sins of the night take flight,
Yet within the heart, a story remains,
Of midnight crimes and invisible chains.