Shadow Thief

      Run through the night
In the shadows prance and play
       Away from the withering, hateful light
And the garish, bright day
       Meld with the shadows
With it be one
       Hands steal forth from it darkest breast
To lighten the merchants heavy, gold loads
       Run, Shadowling, Sing!
Raven's cry givest thou, and hyena's cackling laugh
       As though spinnest web to snare thy prey
From the thinnest wisps of shadow, and a beam of moon's silvery light
       Hide, oh Shadowling! Cease thy chatter
Light approaches. Seek thy lair
       And wait again, till night be there
When though can, once again, in thy shadows dance