The King of Thieves

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Poem by Shadow Summit


He’s the king of thieves

The prince of mischief

There’s always something up his sleeves

His flirtation with lawfulness is brief

~

Gold is like a tempting beacon

Jewels the only thing he yearns

This want doesn’t seem to weaken

In his veins this craving burns

~

He eats food from the Kings table

Drinks the finest wine from a royal’s lip

Those around him say he’s more than able

To hold all their riches in his grip

~

So as the sun rises in the east

He stumbles home with tired eyes

He sees himself as a beast

A beast that no longer has any ties

~

For beyond the sneering smile

Behind that fancy stolen robe

Is a man who had to walk a mile

Just to have an existence on this globe

~

He says he has no ties to the past

Just endless riches and power

He only hopes his luck will last

Too soon comes his final hour

~

However he knew the pain of having nothing

To have no riches to his name

To only yearn to chew on something

For a scent that wasn’t the stench of feral game

~

His family abandoned him long ago

Everything he loves always leaves

All he makes is endless foe

Such is the life of the King of Thieves


Hey guys,

So I was finishing up a D&D (Dungeons & Dragons) session and was inspired to create this poem about a thief.

You guys are awesome!

ShadowSummit


~ ❤ ~ wingding3 ~ ❤ ~

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