Beneath shadowed skies, we tread alone,
breathing echoes of a silent moan.

Attire's ghost, a dance of violent despair,
outsiders we, in the darkness, declare.

A symphony of mistreatment, a whispered refrain,
norms discarded, a uniform's disdain.

Beautifully abstract, the cast in the night,
in shadows, a defiance, a silent fight.