The Merriment of Thieves

A collection of thief poetry.

Stem of the Poison Rose

Ooh-ooh-ooh!

Your leaves run black,

Your stem, Onyx,

And your thorns a' prepared- to attack!

Ooh-ooh-ooh!

Never get near,

For the bloom, o' it sears,

And all of your riches, they're mine!

Nothing you own, is safe- from- me!

Ooh-ooh-ooh!

You're lucky that I do not take everything,

I leave some for you, some for me!

You're desperately trying,

To escape op-er-tun-i-ty!

I spread the wealth,

Make it all even,

It's not like it dangers your health!

But a little, tiny, thing.

You cause so much terror;

You're built for breaking,

You leave no room for error.

You little tiny serpent,

Nothing better than a spy.

May the Void have mercy, repent,

You'll suffer once you die!