Thieves In The Night. Poem by dave lessard

Behind the darkness, light awaits,
dispelling night or gloom;
and thieves escape one's notice,
of the damaged, tampered room.

Now, no cover of the blackness,
to hide their ply from view;
when brightness shows the way,
their deviltry shines through.

But just until the twilight gone,
and when the world is dark;
then their hands do hatefulness,
and call such crimes, a 'lark.'

Cowards cringing, out of sight,
their tasks they have concealed;
until the day of sunshine shows,
the mysteries revealed.

Satan's minions steal the night,
from hearts that lie in slumber;
with evil minds they wander,
in slinking, silent number.