A drop of sweat did first appear
Upon his furrowed brow
He had snuck into his victim’s house
They would never know why or how
He was a burglar who robbed fine riches
He spent his days studying his trade
Regardless if the house was large or small
To him an unbreakable lock they had never made
But this time he feared the worst
His day didn’t seem to go as planned
Since his entry into the mansion
He noticed everything was covered in dust and sand
When he opened the safe he lost his lunch
For inside were the remains of human dead
He found jewelry still on hands and necks
His entry into this place he suddenly began to dread
A voice did speak from behind his back
More a whisper than a true sound
He slammed the safe shut really quite fast
Then grabbed his gun and quickly spun around
The voice did welcome him to his home
But before him he could see nothing
And then a caped person did come forth
A more hideous person he had never seen
The burglar fired his gun or so he thought
The person stood and did not fall
When he fired five more times
He screamed and for help he began to call
The person just smiled and spoke
As he pushed the smoking gun to the ground
With a simple flick of his fingers
The burglar fell silent and no longer made a sound
The person said he was also a robber
He enjoyed jewels and those they did belong
But in his case his robberies were a side event
And he hadn’t been busy in so long
With a jerk he grabbed the burglar’s hand
Taking both a ring and the hand in a single lunge
The burglar didn’t comprehend what had happened
Until his knees buckled and to the floor he did plunge
As the burglar lay in a bloody heap
His robbery days surely now ended
The person simply admired the ring and the hand
And remarked that the wound could be mended
The person then took a dusty scarf
And wrapped it around the burglar’s wrist
He commented that he didn’t keep visitors much
And stopped the bleeding immediately with a twist
The person told the burglar to leave his house
To remember the day but to never speak
For if he ever heard or learned otherwise
The burglar’s other hand he would next seek
A chill ran down the burglar’s spine
As he stumbled and fell out the front door
He knew he had encountered pure evil
Breaking into houses he would never do anymore
So as the years go by and people ask
He just tells them he lost it on a job site
He tells them that he changed his career
For now he listens to confessions at night
