A Cry in the Snow, A Whisper in Red (A Film Noir Ballad in Shadows and Snow – Part IV)

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Listen to other parts first:

Part 1: 
https://suno.com/song/684c4806-1bd1-46ea-83a0-3de347215e0e

Part 2:
 https://suno.com/song/3161cc56-f20c-4337-8a92-6aea4418e348

Part 3:
https://suno.com/song/4f095da8-ec18-496c-a06c-38dc0d734b4e

Sherlock Hoot and Dr. Slothson: the Case of the Missing Techno Beaver

Lyrics:

A cry from a crow…
"Crrrraawk! Crrrraawk!"
"Help! Help! Someone help!"*

Slothson turned, heart a drum,
A wolfish crow’s voice, panic spun.
Round the bend, on the ice-packed ground,
Raven lay still, no breath, no sound.

Her feathers ink against the white,
A crimson thread unraveling light.
A handkerchief pressed, trembling to say,
"Hold on, hold on. Help’s on it’s way."

"Go!" he cried to Abel’s wing,
"Get the medics, time’s a thing"
"That we don’t have, not today"
"Go fast, go now, bring back some aid!"

Blood in the snow, silence in flight,
A shadow that moves in the cover of night.
A killer unseen, cruel. left-handed. strong,
The answers are near, but the timing is wrong.

Hoot came running, feathers bristled tight,
Eyes sharp, cutting through the night.
Slothson’s voice, steady but grim,
"Hoot, my friend. It’s happened again."

A wound that spoke with a crimson tongue,
A message cut deep, a murder unsung.
Hoot knelt low, studied the lines,
A blade’s cruel whisper, a left-handed sign.

"No tracks, no prints, but a pattern unfolds,"
"The killer walks light, the story grows cold."
"Snowshoes small, steps too tight"
"We’re looking for someone that don’t stand right."

Blood in the snow, silence in flight,
A shadow that moves in the cover of night. 
A killer unseen, cruel. left-handed. strong,
The answers are near, but the timing is wrong.

Ande the possum, pale and still,
Swayed in place, then lost his will.
A faint, a gasp, a moment passed,
Then he shook it off, got to work fast.

Artistic Intelligence, swift as thought,
Hands like lightning, focus taut.
Raven lifted, breath unsure,
A race to the hospital, a life to secure.

Sherlock exhaled, turned to his friend,
"This may the bear’s innocence mend."
Slothson, nodding, reached inside,
Pulled out a note, words scrawled wide.

"Found this, tucked between the wood,"
"A meeting planned—could be good."
"Don’t know yet if it plays a part"
"But someone here knew Kyora’s heart."

("AwooooooOOOOoooooo...")
A distant wolf’s howl.
("Kraawwkk… Kraaaawwkk…")
A crow crying for his pal…
Sherlock, eyes like a frozen lake,
"Then let’s see what shadows this note will break."

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© Copyright 2025 Cloacina & SonicSketch https://suno.com/@cloacina https://suno.com/@sonicsketch Listen to other parts first: Part 1: https://suno.com/song/684c4806-1bd1-46ea-83a0-3de347215e0e Part 2: https://suno.com/song/3161cc56-f20c-4337-8a92-6aea4418e348 Part 3: https://suno.com/song/4f095da8-ec18-496c-a06c-38dc0d734b4e Sherlock Hoot and Dr. Slothson: the Case of the Missing Techno Beaver Lyrics: A cry from a crow… "Crrrraawk! Crrrraawk!" "Help! Help! Someone help!"* Slothson turned, heart a drum, A wolfish crow’s voice, panic spun. Round the bend, on the ice-packed ground, Raven lay still, no breath, no sound. Her feathers ink against the white, A crimson thread unraveling light. A handkerchief pressed, trembling to say, "Hold on, hold on. Help’s on it’s way." "Go!" he cried to Abel’s wing, "Get the medics, time’s a thing" "That we don’t have, not today" "Go fast, go now, bring back some aid!" Blood in the snow, silence in flight, A shadow that moves in the cover of night. A killer unseen, cruel. left-handed. strong, The answers are near, but the timing is wrong. Blood in the snow, silence in flight, A shadow that moves in the cover of night. A killer unseen, cruel. left-handed. strong, The answers are near, but the timing is wrong. Hoot came running, feathers bristled tight, Eyes sharp, cutting through the night. Slothson’s voice, steady but grim, "Hoot, my friend. It’s happened again." A wound that spoke with a crimson tongue, A message cut deep, a murder unsung. Hoot knelt low, studied the lines, A blade’s cruel whisper, a left-handed sign. "No tracks, no prints, but a pattern unfolds," "The killer walks light, the story grows cold." "Snowshoes small, steps too tight" "We’re looking for someone that don’t stand right." Blood in the snow, silence in flight, A shadow that moves in the cover of night. A killer unseen, cruel. left-handed. strong, The answers are near, but the timing is wrong. Ande the possum, pale and still, Swayed in place, then lost his will. A faint, a gasp, a moment passed, Then he shook it off, got to work fast. Artistic Intelligence, swift as thought, Hands like lightning, focus taut. Raven lifted, breath unsure, A race to the hospital, a life to secure. Sherlock exhaled, turned to his friend, "This may the bear’s innocence mend." Slothson, nodding, reached inside, Pulled out a note, words scrawled wide. "Found this, tucked between the wood," "A meeting planned—could be good." "Don’t know yet if it plays a part" "But someone here knew Kyora’s heart." ("AwooooooOOOOoooooo...") A distant wolf’s howl. ("Kraawwkk… Kraaaawwkk…") A crow crying for his pal… Sherlock, eyes like a frozen lake, "Then let’s see what shadows this note will break."

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