Detective French sat in the pub
Down in his cups again
Seems he had, it all wrong this time
As he looked out at the rain

This Mog; it was, a nasty beast
No body to arrest
Just the spirit of an evil thing
My God, it was a mess!

Guy reflected that it surely was
Time for him to go
Retiring now, seemed the thing to do
He'd gotten way too slow

The things he'd thought were writ in stone
Now just didn't apply
Spirits, madness and crazy things
Were too much for this detective Guy

To embrace silence is to offer a chance to listen
and to separate the truth from the lies
to decide which is fact and which is fiction
so that the mind will be clear, not blind.

When too many voices are speaking,
there is a risk of misinformation.
Too many perceptions can only bring
wrongful judgement and misinterpretation.

Many people speak without thinking
their tongues wagging, gossipping,
forgetting their own shortcomings
as if they are non- existing

Laughing Annabel did not see Urilla's twitching fingers
Mog will never be defeated so easily after surviving for many years
it is easy for him to enter or leave a host's body
before death claims the human soul for eternity

The deranged killer learns the truth when Mog strike
with a great roar, he impaled her back and her body grow slack
Annabel's corpse fell off the horse, a fitting end for a killer without remorse
Mog left Urilla's body to hunt anew seeking another who's just as cruel

The City of Stone with its tall structures,
stands proud like a great fortress,
decorated with complex designs
in a variety of colours and signs.

Somewhere in the passage of time,
its soul turns into a poem without rhyme
the peoples' dreams and aspirations,
imprisoned by men of many ambitions

They hold the reins of power,
silencing the voice in others
oppressing and dictating
blind to another's reasoning

A lonely street bleeds despair
as innocence ravaged by immorality
where women and children stripped bare
by sinners who know no pity.

The warmth of their smiles stolen
turned into an art of seduction.
Their laughter faded in memory
as they fell deeper into misery.

you see them walking here
in clothes barren of decency
in truth they lived in fear
caged in their insecurity

Guy French narrowed his eyes
while Anabel stared back at him
"Tell me what happened that night."
She snorted and said nothing.
"Why aren't you answering me?"
" I prefer to stay alive, Detective."
The truth will be the death of me.
You know nothing about the forces at play."

Detecting suspects and divining truth
is what Guy has done since his youth
Making sense of all the facts
figuring out most murderous acts
The latest test of his detecting skill
is a most disturbing kind of kill
A headless body has been found
lying on the blood-soaked ground

Loud voices filled the air
as exuberant youths spoke.
One drove the car at full speed,
breaking rules of traffic,
showing off his skills,
Seeking the thrill
felt in the movies
was his wish.

A reckless moment
carved by the speed demon,
caused life to screech to a halt
and blood splattered
like a messy art.

Then the silence settled in
where the car has crashed off road
and souls wept over young bodies,
completing a night of folly.

It was the golden month,
A nurturing time,
Where I looked to words with ambitious eyes,
But the haze of the cold was strong,
Menacing to the young slicks adept to the warmth of California.

So I only wrapped myself in clouded thoughts,
Safe in what I knew,
Walking around all cool,
Acting all mad with poetry,
Not sure if everyone could figure it out,
Though I was content with my own ideas.

The years may have passed
but I'm still haunted by the past.
one which compels me to grow stronger
to strive until time turns me to dust
and another took my place
to lay the corrupted to waste.

Gotham is no longer the same heaven it used to be
it reeks with despair as parasites
suck the livelihood of the hepless innocents
,who have no strength to fight for their rights