The lily white brillance
Of the silken full moon
Engages the shadows
In the alleys of hardened goons;
Stoic but fused with crimson infection
They-the guilty hands of crime
Are disfigured from the sinners stain
Their insolence breaks open their grime;
Lurking ever deviously...
In the first flush of night
The truth-it buzzes continuosly
Compliments of the moons lily white! ;
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