Lithely, I walk in shadow;
Dark and sinful is the night
As black as day of no light;
Here I stay with empty bow.
Quiet is the air;
No power escapes my lips
But it does pour from the dips
Of my skilled hand bare.
Forth, I move thru their clear sanctum;
Nary a thought nor word is heard
as in passing I flip the bird.
Now stands my simple foe, struck dumb,
for all has vanished in plain sight
as I escape into the night.
