Thread: The Theft

The Theft

Merciful thief,
Take not of my blood--
The most unruly politician--
The most cunning assassin.
The wine that fills the mold
Of an unskilled hand.
Oh, hooded thief,
Give me not the hand
That carved that hole
And fed it--
A stead for what it was.
The unlikely stead of a child.
Quiet, silent thief,
Speak not,
For a word could never
Span across the void
That lies beneath a bed sheet.
A word would never
Slay the Boogeyman
That lives there--
Leaving us to play croquet
In Wonderland.
Oh, wonderless thief!
Envy not the dreams
That haunt!
The undead dreams
Refusing to die,
Waiting on their unwanted
Infancy.
Wounded thief,
Give not your grain
For my soul--
Or the shell left behind.
Merciless thief,
Hide not my eyes
Behind skin curtains.


FYI, I'm aware that "wonderless" isn't a word, but it fit, and I'm sticking with it. XD