The Heist

She keeps screaming, "Carpe diem!" all while swinging her axiom. Crowds of merchants duck in alarm, slapping the ground to evade harm. Sweaty cries drift in stagnant air, while brutal force taunts those who dare to ignite a defiant eye. Zealous disdain molds our reply. We converge in swift succession, blast the vault to gain possession of that precious cargo inside: proof our purpose can’t be denied. Moments tick down as we retreat, pumping hard as we hit the street. Clutching the future in our hand, we share a smirk as we disband. Squads tear past our steely escape as we melt into the landscape. Calmly, we hide in our disguise, while my adored safeguards our prize. Glide over scorched hill and valley; fortune impels our finale as raised hands hail our rendezvous, cheering with comrades of virtue. Tears of relief stream with fervor, pride of my role as preserver. Seeds of revolt are welcomed back to guard each other from attack.