The Shadow's Dance

In shadows deep, a thief doth tread,

With silent steps, a nimble thread,

A master of the darkened art,

He steals with cunning, heart to heart.

A mask conceals his visage well,

Invisible, like a secret spell,

He plunders riches, gold, and dreams,

In moonlit nights, beneath star's gleam.

His fingers dance with grace and skill,

Unlocking doors, a subtle thrill,

He takes what's not his own to keep,

In the silence, secrets creep.

But in the end, the thief shall find,

That stolen treasures leave behind,

A hollow heart, an empty soul,

A life of crime takes its toll.

For in the shadows, one must see,

The thief is bound, forever free,

To wander through the darkest night,

In search of what is truly right.