Shadows and Truths

Flashbulbs pop, the ambience grim A story unfolds in shades of dim He's painting history with every shot In the spools of black and white, tales are caught With each frame, a memory's sown Of lives once vibrant, now just unknown The shutter clicks in silence Capturing what's left behind Through a lens, the stark truth glares But in his heart, a somber rhyme He walked the line of crime scenes, cold So cold, through all his years Through the lens, truths untold, so they appear Each click whispers secrets the dead confide Margins of life where darkness and light collide Time stands still in pictures, framed in pain Captured moments, where only echoes remain Shadows whisper, and the lonely heart hears Black ribbon streets that wind and curl Where the night unveils its hidden world His hands are steady, though his soul feels the weight Of every scene that he narrates