Thief © Looking Glass Studios and Eidos
Whew, haven't written a Thief piece in months. What can I say, I felt inspired
Written in the Japanese Chōka style. Garrett walks the rooftops.
He is all alonebut he doesn't really mind.
Night is his desire
the darkness his only love.
Sometimes he hears them,
when the city is sleeping,
people, far below his perch
talking, laughing, arguing.
He thinks yes, maybe,
I could have been one of them.
With a wife, children,
living in a house somewhere.
Yet he pities them.
They do not know this freedom,
To walk the rooftops,
it's like walking in the sky.
To leap from the edge,
well, it's like flying, but not quite.
Flying implies so much.
Safe, controlled, easy, boring.
He'd much rather fall,
sounds dangerous, exciting.
Fall. One syllable.
Funny, it implies so much.
His teachers did try,
but this they could not banish.
He was a 'wild child'.
He never really minded.
When the night comes, well,
he doesn't really care at all,
it's just him, alone,
and all the miles of sky.
He walks the rooftops,
and he walks the sky, alone,
and someday he might just fall.