HEIST

In the dead of night, beneath the moon's pale light,

A group of thieves set out to take flight,

Their target a bank, filled with riches untold,

A prize worth risking everything for, or so they were told.

Each member had their role to play,

The leader, the lookout, the one with the getaway,

They moved with stealth, like shadows in the night,

Their hearts beating fast, with nerves wound tight.

The leader, a man with a cunning mind,

Had planned this heist for weeks, leaving nothing to chance behind,

He knew the bank's security inside and out,

And had found a weak spot, of that there was no doubt.

The lookout perched high above the scene,

Watching for any signs of trouble, alert and keen,

He scanned the streets, searching for any signs of blue,

The police were their biggest threat, and they knew it too.

The rest of the team, they crept and crawled,

Through vents and ducts, they made their way down the hall,

Their target was the vault, the heart of the bank,

Filled with cash and jewels, all waiting to be taken.

With tools in hand, they worked with skill,

Opening the vault, without making a sound and with no thrill,

They filled their bags with the treasure inside,

Their hearts beating fast, with a sense of pride.

But just as they thought they had made it out,

The alarms blared, and the police started to shout,

They raced towards the exit, with no time to spare,

Their getaway vehicle waiting outside, with the engine running with care.

They piled in, the driver gunning the engine,

Tires screeching, as they raced towards their destination.

The police were in hot pursuit, with sirens blaring,

But the thieves were determined, and they kept on daring.

The chase was on, through the twisting streets,

The sound of the police cars, a constant beat,

They weaved and dodged, with skill and precision,

The thrill of the chase, was their only decision.

As they approached the safe house, their hearts beat fast,

Their prize within their grasp, at long last,

They poured out of the car, their bags in hand,

Their hearts filled with adrenaline, and a sense of command.

But as they entered the house, the police were behind,

They kicked down the door, with a fierce and determined mind,

The thieves were surrounded, with nowhere to go,

Their fate was sealed, their story now told.

The leader spoke up, with a calm and steady voice,

"We won't go down without a fight, we have no other choice",

But the police were ready, with guns drawn and aimed,

The thieves knew they had lost, their fate now proclaimed.

And so, the heist had come to an end,

The thieves were captured, with no chance to defend,

Their prize had been lost, their freedom taken away,

A reminder that crime never pays.

In the end, the heist had been a daring feat,

A tale of risk and reward, bittersweet,

But the cost was too high, the price too great,

A lesson learned, a warning to all those who dare to take.