Part One
The unknown mystery of the night
Every street a page
A waiting discovery
Every corner like the next page
Begging to be seen
The streets seem disconnected
Not like the day with its welcoming light
But a dark river of sin and madness
Calm yet unpredictable
What connects this city’s madness?
The dim lights, the alleys, the sin?
We all know the city’s addictive toxic
Could it be the people within?
Part Two
Towering alleys swoop over the city
The good men and sinners below
The moonlight cats demonic shadows
On the city’s proudest buildings
The devil’s hour approaches
Anticipation from each window
Only those without a care in the world
Would be seen at this hour
There is never silence within the chaos
Each passing hour offers more.
Deep within the heart of the city
Is where the sin is almost pure
Part Three
Darkness swallows the city
The streets are dimly lit
By only a couple of shining lamps
In-between the light there is pure darkness
The darkness evokes mystery, excitement
But sin and murder
Spiralling streets descend into madness
Madness unfolds into the night
The people and places create wonderful disasters
Embedded into our history.