A Thief’s Tale

September 13, 2016

Stalking silently through
Back alleys as dark as sin…
Her aim was always true,
Her dagger, cruel and thin.

No ordinary cutpurse,
She answers to no man.
A conscience is her curse,
The damned are her clan.

Beneath a morning mist
She took one life by mistake.
With death her blade kissed:
A child’s life she did take.

Now she roams, eyes shut,
Burdened still by her guilt.
Deeper than blades may cut,
Her fate now seems to tilt.

With each life she steals
Another soul’s recompense.
True natured, this reveals:
Her final duty is defence.

Driven by her undying pain,
Now only evil shall be slain.

MSBQ