Midnight Campfire

Around a mid-night campfire,
I met a gang of theives
roasting hot dogs and marshmellows,
pictures and wallets within their blazing fire,
while in cool desert air, they were unaware
of my presence in the dark.

Around a mid-night campfire,
I met a gang of theives,
one seemed to know, but didn't care,
the rest were unaware
of my presence there, among them,
of my presence in the dark.

Their eyes were dark,
but their smiles were bright,
by their cash and mid-night fire,
their eyes aflame, but showed no shame
in my presence, there, among them,
in my presence in the dark.

Around a mid-night campfire,
I met a gang of theives,
soon caught, their blood will flow,
and their minds will flame and glow
around my midnight campfire,
with my presence in the dark.