Where darkness whispers into the breeze

 

In this dead dark night

A soul speaks to the tavern

Where a crowd has gathered

A crowd of shadows, feasting

On flesh, bone and blood.

A sinister Moon lines the pallets 

As dutiful clouds guard the square;

The darkness whispers into the breeze

A tale of shadows and mercenaries,

The breeze blows gently by the streets

Letting the city know what it all means ...

  

And the city, ever so awake, 

Slides deeper into sleep.

Never set out on a night like this

That doesn't belong to dogs, but to beasts

There would be no alarm to warn you

But a pair of cold hands, and a sharp steel.

Be careful by the window too

There are eyes, where they shouldn't be. 

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