End Is Nigh

In a moonless night that doesn’t outshine,
A mystic wisdom turns the starry wheel
These pinpricks of insight in the sky foretell,
The greed of a swift thief, a master of sin
Awashed in gems that befuddles his mind
His end is nigh, the law he has cheated
Traveling the same path, wishing for another.
Always failing to take his heart to song
Forever detouring down in constant flutter,
Wasting his only life alone in the gutter.