The sun goes down; darkness abounds.
Castle guards patrol the castle grounds.
Yet regardless of the guards making their rounds,
Riches disappear without any sounds.
A silent shadow in a corner avoiding the light,
Will never be found within the sentry's sight.
A swish, a thump; a guard drops without a fight.
Yet another falls prey to the thief in the night.
From the deepest dungeon in the darkest gloom,
From kitchen, to tower, to the Lord's bedroom,
Nowhere left untouched, not even the holy tomb.
But even the slightest mistake may spell doom.
Nimble fingers gathering a small gold horde,
Blackjack conquering all, even the Lord,
Till at last the castle is empty of coin or sword.
The shadow grins; another victory scored.