Stolen Gems

Title: Stolen Gems

Beneath the moonlit veil of night,
A thief crept through shadows deep,
Slipping into Grealish’s abode,
Where dreams and memories meet.

Silver and gold, sparkling and rare,
Jewels adorning with eternal grace,
Now lost to hands of thievery,
Their absence leaves an empty space.

In cherished moments, laughter soared,
Within these walls, love was true,
But now the air hangs heavy and cold,
As panic buttons sound their rue.

Man City’s hero, on the field he played,
Unaware of the burglars’ scheme,
Engrossed in a passion not to fade,
While his haven turned into a crime scene.

A million pounds of treasures gone,
A loss that strikes the heart and soul,
But these stolen gems hold more than worth,
For they were not just items, but a symbol whole.