city sleeps
in its slumber
mist
rich and thick
night plays on
the saddest number
shadows
hide and seek
Silent song
fog and smoke
Dark alleys and
gun powder whiff!
clock tower gong
Midnight stroke
empty roads and
time piece stiff!
The lamp is lit
A silhouette glides
down the road
eyes glint
sounds of feet
one swift strike
blood on road
he leaves a note... a hint
Don't be afraid
if you are dead
otherwise
you have to fear
the city sleeps
in its slumber
but one will die evrynight
On your toes
night sinks Sun
Down it goes
without a fight
a scream is heard
and its known
the NIGHT CRAWLER is here
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem