Ms Thief

Ms thief, a specter cloacked And cloth in black The thief, with fingers light as sin, Unravels locks that hold within Eyes gleaming wild, no turning back. She vaults the fence, Grabs the vault's cold prize, She spins, strikes, vanishes into the night. The thief laughs low, adrenaline's rush, In thriller's grip, she's the uncaught hush. She dances past the watchful eye, A ghost in rags 'neath moonlit sky, Gold chains and secrets, ripe for claim, She plucks them swift, without a name. Every word, every line, every stanza Ms thief, a thief she lives, phantom free Till justice chains his wild spree.