The Lurk Poem by Michael Fitzroy

The peace is broken by silence loud
A reveller which has fallen foul
This time not, for breaking law
But swallowed up by city night
With those that prowl, creep and stalk
Their day is night they come alive
Searching out the weak and lame
Not a trick is missed, but never doubt
They will kill for nought or fix you up
Good or bad they have their way
The city's theirs at night not day.

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