When evening in the town was gray

His footsteps came so barely heard.

Before the dawn he went away

To disappear without a word.

He traveled to and yonder by

To sneak and steal and run away.

His skills unmatched for those who try

And who he is, no one can say.

The Watchman Guard and Soldiers grew

To be knocked down without a fight.

A thief he is, a good one too

A hooded demon who stalks the night.

A deadly sword, a stealing hand

His skills, he says, they can be sold.

The guards, they want to reprimand

This weary pilgrim on the road.

His face was hidden in his hood

His dagger hangs from waist.

To steal from those he can and would

A grin upon his silent face.

His quiet stride upon light wings

And under darkness he masters all

To take from those who would be kings

And answer night's great silent call.

A Lord of Lies, crowned a Thief

The silenced echoes were heard afar.

The jobs he pulled beyond belief

To follow where the shadows are.