In the dead of night, a shadow creeps,
Silently through the city streets.
Whispers of secrets, long and deep,
A tale of crime, the darkness keeps.

Beneath the moon’s ghostly glare,
Figures move with a cautious air.
A stolen glance, a hurried breath,
In the game of crime, they dance with death.

The city’s pulse, a steady beat,
Hides the truth beneath its feet.
Echoes of footsteps, a fleeting trace,
Crime’s relentless, hidden face.

Yet within the heart of night,
There burns a secret, burning bright.
Injustice seeks the light of day,
As shadows of crime dissolve away.