Cold darkness falls,

	Over the city alight.

	A place,

	Where survival is often a fight.



	Bright light tears through the darkness,

	With a blaring alarm.

	Summoning those,

	Who keep innocents from harm.



	A wraith against the night sky,

	Engines burning bright.

	Two blue-clad heroes,

	Keep peace in the night...



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		Poem © Lisa Hartsock '99

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