Remember that event you saw?
The blood, the pain, the rage, the fear?
While you were focused on the gore,
I stole an item you hold dear.
Remember also Ravenswood?
You didn't see me lurking there.
It was unlikely that you could
for I had taken extra care.
I've followed you from place to place
taking items from your pack.
I feel I know you more and more
as every day your path I track.
I treasure all those things I stole.
I hold them and I think of you.
These feelings take a mounting toll
as past adventures I review.
Last night when you went to bed,
you locked the doors and tried to hide.
You didn't know I'd gone ahead
and was already there inside.
As I stand and watch you sleep,
I realise that I'm not so smart.
For while your treasures I now keep,
with great finesse you stole my heart.