The thief and the maiden

One cold cruel dark night
He was by the roadside
Thinking how he might just,
die of hunger and frostbite

He looked up with weary eyes,
saw the clouds darken the skies
He shivered as he lay still
waiting for the sunrise

He cursed the cruel world
and all the rich full of vice
who lived in their glittering villas
built upon his blood and cries

They had their sumptuous feast
merry in their warm, cozy halls
He was out in the street
staring at those gigantic walls

His eyes flared with a cold fire
His face as hard as stone
His breath slow and measured
In his mind was a cyclone

There was a huge manor
And a lovely maiden it had
She was indeed the prettiest
But she was also sad

Out she looked of the window
and saw a night bird on a  tree
and she gave  a light sigh
as unlike her the bird was free

She thought of the world outside
where so many people walk
She wondered maybe same day
She would go with them and talk

She suddenly saw a shadow
and the hour was late
Suddenly she was not alone,
there was someone out the gate

He was a man her age
A thief with a bloody nose
but his eyes were gentle
He saw her and he froze

A strange look on his face
She didn’t know to shout or not
There was a noise from behind
and then she heard a shot

She gave a cry and stepped back
He was now on his knees
He was still looking at her
when guards came out of trees

He was down on the floor,
the stolen bread by his side
He felt warmth upon him,
swooping him like a tide

He thought of the cruel world,
He thought of his doom,
He thought of that angel face,
He saw inside the room

And then behind the glass window,
He saw the maiden teary eyed,
He closed his eyes and smiled,
He thought of her and then he died

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