A Thief's Gratitude

What is to thank the night for

Except that it is here,

To hide the quiet footsteps

Padding softly over damp leaves?

 

As darkness slips over the trees

A cloak for mischeif ensues.

What is to thank darkness for 

But hiding a silent being?

 

As night falls over the hills

Dim stars are the only light

As my mistress protects me

During my safe flight.

 

Troves to be found exist only in the shade

While darkness provides the slip

In and about the world

In which dreams never fade.

 

And when the evening reaches it's peak

No sound, no breath to be heard,

Back into the forest we slip,

Guided by the light of the moon.

 

What is to thank the sky

For extinguishing its light

But to provide for its patrons

As the world fades into night?

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