The shadow in the night

Here's a poem about "The Shadow in the Night":

In darkness falls, where city sleeps,

A figure stirs, with secrets deep.

The Shadow in the Night does stride,

With footsteps silent, gliding with pride.

With eyes that gleam like stars above,

It watches all, with endless love.

It sees the fears, the hidden past,

And knows the truths that will forever last.

In alleys dark, where crime does hide,

The Shadow walks, with stealthy stride.

It seeks the truth, with justice in sight,

And brings the guilty to the light.

But who is this mysterious form?

A guardian, avenger, or phantom storm?

Its motives hidden, its heart unknown,

The Shadow in the Night remains alone.

The wind whispers secrets in its ear,

Of deeds undone, of dangers near.

It listens closely, with ears so fine,

And weaves a web of justice divine.

With every step, the darkness fades,

As The Shadow in the Night parades.

A symbol of hope, in endless night,

A protector, a beacon of light.

Yet, when dawn breaks, and day's warm rays,

Awaken city, in busy ways.

The Shadow vanishes, like mist that fades,

Leaving behind a whispered promise made.

That in the night, when fears arise,

The Shadow in the Night will realize.

Justice, protection, and secrets kept,

By this mysterious figure, while the city sleeps.

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