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The time is almost right,

Luna wakes and ends my plight,

I began moving through Cloak of Night.

Rooftops, bounds, it seems like flight,

my breath is sharp, as is my sight.

I swiftly lunge through Cloak of Night.

Done through need, not envy or spite,

theft without greed. Like some ancient rite,

I now take purchace in Cloak of Night.

Bounty abounds like mounds; a great height,

guards quickly assemble, ensues a great fight.

I borrow strength from Cloak of Night.

O’ertaken them all, stunning as light,

give to the needy, and keep what i might.

I return to Cloak of Night.

Setting the Nobles into great fright,

but Sherwood here is not the sight,

I keep my face hidden in Cloak of Night.