A thief, a shadowy figure in the night,
Creeping and stalking, a menacing sight.
With nimble fingers and a heart of ice,
They steal and plunder, at any price.
But what drives a person to such a life,
To risk it all, to cause so much strife?
Is it greed, or desperation, or a lack of care?
What goes on inside the mind of a thief, what's fair?
They say that crime doesn't pay,
But for a thief, it's a game, a thrill, a way.
To get what they want, to feel alive,
Even if it means causing others to suffer and strive.
But in the end, karma comes around,
And the thief is left with nothing, a hollow sound.
No riches, no friends, no peace of mind,
A lonely existence, of their own design.
So let this serve as a warning, a tale,
To stay away from the dark path of the thief, to not fail.
For the price of a life of crime is too great,
Better to live with honor and integrity, a fate.
