"Thief" (poetry)

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into
the
dark!

night's right
shadow's friend
life's a lark
It'll never end

watch the knife
as it glows a black
shining bright
as you approach the back

of the nobleman
a fat fellow
weighted with gold
a good fellow...

as you pick his pocket
he nary a cares
as you slide your knife
into his back

and slip away
into
the
dark

 

The is an excellent poem, repeat the
into
the
dark!
part and you have a song!

 

no love no life
left when life was young

faces, smiles, masks walking by
no warmth no food

where was they when need came
living from hour to hour

one day what was theirs
will be MINE

 

When evening in the town was gray
His footsteps came so barely heard.
Before the dawn he went away
To disappear without a word.

He traveled to and yonder by
To sneak and steal and run away.
His skills unmatched for those who try
And who he is, no one can say.

The Watchman Guard and Soldiers grew
To be knocked down without a fight.
A thief he is, a good one too
A hooded demon who stalks the night.

A deadly sword, a stealing hand
His skills, he says, they can be sold.
The guards, they want to reprimand
This weary pilgrim on the road.

His face was hidden in his hood
His dagger hangs from waist.
To steal from those he can and would
A grin upon his silent face.

His quiet stride upon light wings
And under darkness he masters all
To take from those who would be kings
And answer night's great silent call.

A Lord of Lies, crowned a Thief
The silenced echoes were heard afar.
The jobs he pulled beyond belief
To follow where the shadows are.

 

The tickle of a freely drawn breath,
A sample of deeds unspoken,
The tight rope walker,
The courtesan of the darkest hour.

A stolen breath drawn before -
The danger was noted,
Deaths hand bringing,
Chaotic incline.

A shine off the keened edge,
The twine wraps tightly,
A darkened corner,
A shadowed alley,
A deadly sin - For the pleasure of another night.

 

I am here
I am there
I am either
Maybe neither

You'll never find me
And if you do
That'll be the end of you

Trust in me
Do you dare
Live with me
I do not care

My blade
Your bane
My life
Your life
What was
will never be
What will
is now me

What to value
What to not
Your life
Your existence
Trust me
And your coffin will rot

Cities are a tool
Shadows a breeding ground
Along comes the fool
Six feet under safe and sound