Thief

The summons comes.
I wait,
My watch ticking
Second after second,
On my banded wrist.
I'm adding up
One after the other
The silver pieces,
Working out the sum,
I'm tracing the road,
Littered with glinting barbs,
Following the bolted links
In this chain.

The answer is this room,
It equals this unopened door.
I lopped off his thick hair,
Took the words he whispered,
Sold them,
And stole away.
It opens,
I lift up my hands.