Wheels, Steals, Wires, and Sapphires

Summary

A skilled and daring burglar, known for his quick getaways on wheels, is imprisoned after a botched attempt to steal sapphires.

Abstract

The narrative depicts a highly skilled burglar who excels in fast-paced heists, using his wheels to make swift escapes. His adeptness at cutting wires and evading the law is highlighted, showcasing his reputation as the fastest burglar on wheels, specializing in high-value thefts. However, his luck runs out during an attempt to steal sapphires when the alarms are triggered, leading to his capture and incarceration. Now, he languishes in prison, fixated on the sapphires that led to his downfall and dreaming of freedom and future heists.

Opinions

The burglar is portrayed as a master of his craft, particularly adept at using wheels for quick escapes.
His actions are romanticized, with references to him as a "dervish from darkness sent" and "a demon rider in the night," suggesting a thrilling, almost supernatural skill set.
The text conveys a sense of inevitability in the burglar's downfall, attributing it to his own greed and the eventual intervention of technology in the form of alarms and wires.
The burglar's obsession with sapphires is depicted as his tragic flaw, leading to his capture and subsequent punishment.
The narrative implies a cycle of crime and punishment, as the burglar waits for an opportunity to resume his life of theft, indicating a lack of remorse or desire for reform.

A life of action and no one tires

He loved his wheels, He was fast on those wheels, No one could travel where he went, He was a dervish from darkness sent. He was a demon rider in the night, The world melted away from his sight. Those wheels helped him in a quick escape, With the law behind him at full speed, There was nothing else he would need. He cut the long length of colored wires, To get his gloved hands on those sapphires. He was the fastest burglar on wheels, To make the most valuable steals. Nothing stopped him, not even wires, As he stole jewels, bonds, and sapphires. It was his greed that got the better of him, When the lights were dark and the moon was dim. He descended to steal that precious stone, He could swear that he heard a moan. It was then that the alarms switched on, The silence of the night was long gone. A thousand impulses raced in the wires, He would not be getting those damn sapphires. Locked away for two years now he waits, He does not ride on his trusty tires, But gazes from his cell at barbed wires. He has nightmares of those bloody sapphires. He waits in patience for deliverance on wheels, It will soon be time for his new year steals.

Image provided by the Author, Warren Brown