Thief in the Night


You may lock all the windows, bolt all the doors,
Draw up the drawbridge, shore up the walls;
King of the Castle, Lord of the Light!
Still you won't see Him coming -
Thief in the Night!

His shadow is stealing over mountain and moor,
His footprints are traced to the Alderman's door;
He has taken their daughter with the lightest of touch,
Left them with nothing who once had so much

His breath it is blessing the old priest at prayer,
The rosary falls as he slumps in his chair;
With ice to the heart and fire to the bone
He forges the future and is gone

You may lock all the windows, bolt all the doors,
Draw up the drawbridge, shore up the walls;
King of the Castle, Lord of the Light!
Still you won't see Him coming -
Thief in the Night!

He has swum to the boats for the fishermen's song,
Pulled in their nets and drowned every one;
I once heard Him whisper in beckoning tones
Where the waves fell in silence on brightly bleached bones:

He held a firm gaze with a face that I knew,
His hand like my own only darker of hue,
He smiled as we parted and turning to go
I felt my heart beating fast and then slow.

You may lock all the windows, bolt all the doors,
Draw up the drawbridge, shore up the walls;
King of the Castle, Lord of the Light!
Still you won't see Him coming -
Thief in the Night!


© Ivor & Kevan Bundell 2006