the history of crimes

The alley of dim lights

The lamps hang on the wall

The long curve for a corner

The unseen person hides well

The red brick walls of dark entrance

In the dark night the bad crook hides

From a far nobody can see shadows

Only the unlucky few will get marked

Those years in 1800s

The street lights badly lit

The people who walk homes

They never see the danger

When mutilated bodies lay on the alley

The police begin to comb the area

Every nook and corner to find evidence

There are nothing to be found only dead bodies

It strikes to the people

Along the stretch of dim light alley

Yet people will still walk along

With police watching the scene

Back to the present

The same alley still in existence

The building still stays the same

Now with electricity lamps on the walls

But history of the crimes

Till today it hasn't been solved

The files have turned cold for centuries

It has become a folklore in history