In dim-lit alleys and moonlit roofs,
A rogue moves silently, leaving no proofs.
Cloaked in darkness, dagger at the ready,
His steps are sure, his movements steady.

Whisper in the shadows, a phantom in the night,
Striking from the unseen, out of the light.
With cunning and stealth, he plays his part,
A rogue with a mission, and a hidden heart.

Treasures await, in guarded keeps,
But with nimble fingers, what's theirs he reaps.
Evading guards, slipping past the trap,
In the world of intrigue, he's the master of the map.

Echoes of...