...and the night sets in
   in vengeful silence
   every human deed over time
   it has recorded in its bruised*  heart
   and felt pain in its every fibre-

   it refuses to be tender
  
  for lies and deceits
  too long it has tolerated
  another century will only
  be a repeat
  of that gone before
  it would rather perish in agony
  than being a helpless survivor-

   yet, yet, yet....
   how many crimes
  are committed
  in these unnoticed dark hours
  by those held
  to be wise, trustworthy
  and noble--

   secrets most abominable
   machination most cruel
    Machiavellian to the bone
    plots and murders
     in the plural-

    there is no peace
   nor respite whatsoever
   the culprits will walk away
   with the first light of day
   and once again
   venom and poison
   will in greater measure gather.