Vorochta 5

Posted By yumado on January 12, 2010

There she was,
So old and enticing,
At the very center of attention,
Surrounded by many, guarded by few.

There  I was,
Young and in awe,
Within a few feet of her,
Circling her. Pacing. Admiring.

Later that evening,
Crawling through tight spaces,
Keeping to the dark places,
I looked through the glass,
Making certain she was there.

An alarm went off,
Sirens blazing,
My heart was racing.
I took her with me,
She belonged to me.
Up to the roof,
That’s the plan of escape.

A storm of lead.
A veil of darkness.

Running. Hiding. Running. Hiding.

I vanish forever and so does the world famous ring.

Category: Literary Works, Yurij Dobriansky
Tags: cat burglar, cheeseburglar, finger, finger ring, heist, home on larang, jewel thief, jewel thieft, jewelry, larang, madame Larang, Miss Labelle, ring, steal, stealing, theft