π―οΈπ¨ Gas lamps flicker low Fog curls through the stone Somewhere in the silence A truth waits, alone π΅οΈββοΈπ§οΈ A body in the alley, the ink of the rain Blood mixes with gutter water, whispers a name Bootsteps echo hollow, the night draws tight London holds her secrets, in the absence of light π«οΈπ¬ Fog and ashes, smoke in the air Clues in the shadows, none of them fair Through the silence, through the stain I keep on walking, through fog and rain π₯π¬ A match strikes the darkness, smoke curls and fades The pipe tells a story, the crime never stays Every face in the gaslight, a suspect, a ghost Every shadow a danger, the city holds close π«οΈπ―οΈ Fog and ashes, smoke in the air Clues in the shadows, none of them fair Through the silence, through the stain I keep on walking, through fog and rain πͺβοΈ Not every killer leaves a blade Not every truth is ever paid But London speaks, in whispers deep And in her secrets, none can sleep ππ§οΈ The night draws slow The fog drifts low Through fog and ashes, I remain A shadow, walking in the rain βββ ππππΆπ―ππΆππππΉπ»π³βοΈ Β© 2025 CTFX All rights reserved. βββ
