In alleyways where shadows creep,
Beneath the moon’s soft, silver sweep,
A whisper echoes through the night,
The silent cry of crime’s dark plight.

The city sleeps, yet danger stirs,
In hidden corners, dread concurs,
With every step, a story told,
Of hearts betrayed and souls grown cold.

The flicker of a streetlamp’s glow,
Reveals the secrets none should know,
Injustice cloaked in midnight’s veil,
Where desperate hearts and spirits ail.

Yet in the darkest hour’s embrace,
There lies a hope we dare not chase,
For even in the blackest night,
The dawn will bring a new day’s light.