In the silence of the midnight hour,
Shadows creep and hearts grow sour.
Whispers of deeds done in the dark,
Echo through the streets, leaving their mark.

A silent scream, a muffled cry,
Beneath the moonlit, starless sky.
Footsteps fade into the night,
As wrongs are done far from sight.

The scent of fear, the taste of dread,
As innocence lies cold and dead.
A city sleeps, unaware,
Of the lurking danger, the silent snare.

But justice stirs, a dawning light,
To chase away the endless night.
For in the end, truth will prevail,
And crime’s dark shadow shall fail.