Rooftop Phantom

Silent steps on the shingles tight, Moonlight gleams on boots so light, Pocket knife and shadowed grin, Breaking in, it starts again. Slipping, slipping, never seen, Drifting, drifting in between. Like a phantom, like a ghost, Moving where the night is close, Never caught and never seen, King of shadows, dark and lean. Jewels shine in a velvet sack, Silver glints as I slip back, One more job, then I’ll be free, But the night still calls to me. Slipping, slipping, never seen, Drifting, drifting in between. Like a phantom, like a ghost, Moving where the night is close, Never caught and never seen, King of shadows, dark and lean. Lanterns glow, the dogs give chase, Heart is pounding, quickened pace, One last leap into the dark, Rooftops whisper, leave your mark. Slipping, slipping, never seen, Drifting, drifting in between. Like a phantom, like a ghost, Moving where the night is close, Never caught and never seen, King of shadows, dark and lean.