City Rats

There's a crystal clear intensity that comes out in the night,
When the pale blue moon shines down upon the city and its light.
Shadows swirl through desperate streets, sand upon the surf,
As City Rats, with knives of steel, patrol their reaching turf.

They meld together, leather and brass,
Their eyes glaring, their footsteps crass,
Thoughts unknown; they must be dark,
For in their life, there is no spark
Of righteousness, nor any good;
That has no place in their neighbourhood.

As daylight dawns, away they slink,
But bloody remains do make one think,
For among the shattered blades of loss,
Is a silver chain, clutching a silver cross.

-TCS