The Good Thief

The unseen presence, unfelt movement Like a wind rushing to go west, successfully waiting for a feast Darkness cradles with your quest Protected by the silence of the night The light that radiates your existence And the feeble moonlight that kept you hidden Stealing the happiness of time, Spawn immense sadness to the world, Weave grief to the beggar, contrive fear to the affluent You sneak unto the wicked and cast spells to the unprepared Even the tyrant waivers when you appear Galloping against wealth and senses You are the thief that takes ones treasure Masked with the irony of living but almost dead; longing to suppress perpetual thirst into this earth -just to live And when the end encroached to take your soul, You discreetly looked beside the poor king, You who dared to share the ordeal with Him, And seek forgiveness at His presence, He was soaked with hatred of the unforgiven, and yet you bolters within to remember you on His will, At a glance he vows, murmured spell to where you should be In the world of pure evil and turmoil For the increasing prowess of fame and gratification drawn to bury the goodness of the earth To conceal malicious intent is expected The betrayed chastity of this once a man Never drew his sacred sword until the last breath Hence, embraced the agonizing pinnacle- To fulfill the prophecy of mankind The shadow that follows Him like a scourging death that concludes his life Run to His graceful fortress and embrace the waiting eternity that even the greatest foe who chased the trails cannot delineate the alley of amnesty The road can only reveal itself- To the one who surrenders He filled the gaps of this hungry soul Up to the last thread of his being With the hands covered with blood- He saved the good thief#