The Thief has come again
He travels in the night
So no one ever sees him
To halt his wary flight
The princess lies inside her den
Awaiting her corrupted knight
They know his chances are so slim
She worries o’er their plight
None know how or where or when
The man slips out of sight
But the guard, so very grim,
Will catch him on this night
The Thief thinks this is his domain;
He is mostly right
But he is seen, in light so dim,
And raises ire and spite
With a smirk (for he is vain)
He invades the princess’ sight
The guard then, on a whim,
Aims his bow to start the fight
The princess’ smile, she can’t contain
To see her crooked knight
Guard knows that his chance is slim
And shoots the Thief with much delight
The thief stops in utter pain
And gives the girl a fright
The arrow shaft, while very slim,
Had such a piercing bite
The Thief’s shirt is now red with stain
He falls down from his height
The girl weeps and pleads with him;
She loved her wicked, perverse knight
So... thoughts?
