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The mystery of Danger

The thrill of adventure calls to them,
Their hearts wild with freedom, their souls a gem,
Amidst the mundane, they yearn for more,
And so they wander, seeking to explore.

Amidst the bustling city, they wander free,
Their senses alive, each sight a mystery,
The scent of fresh ice cream, a sweet delight,
Each lick a decadent pleasure, pure and bright.

Yet in a shadowy alleyway, they spy,
A cloaked man, who seems to hide and lie,
Curiosity leads them to follow, without fear,
Their eagerness piqued, their senses clear.

The man's face is shrouded, his identity unknown,
With stealth, they follow, to where he's flown,
There, in the shadows, they witness a gruesome sight,
A man stabbed, bleeding out into the night.

Red staggers back, in shock and disbelief,
While Viggo rushes forward, to bring some relief,
Blood covers his hands, staining his pure white shirt,
As they try to help, the man's pain begins to spurt.

With all their might, they pull and lift,
Through the darkness and streets, they struggle and shift,
The crowd gathers, murmurs rising in the air,
As they try to understand what has happened there.

A stranger approaches, asking for the truth,
The dying man points at Red and Viggo, uncouth,
The crowd turns on them, with fear and anger in their eyes,
Surrounding them, with nowhere to escape their lies.

Whispers fly, but no one can discern,
The dying man's final words, that still burn,
Red and Viggo stand alone, afraid and lost,
Their future uncertain, their innocence cost.

Adventure and danger, a seductive call,
Their hearts filled with yearning, but now they fall,
Blamed for a crime they didn't commit,
Their spirits dimmed, their future, unfit.


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