Literature
Thief King
By the twiddling of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
A demons tale, a shadow lord.
The King of Thieves and his deadly horde.
A creature of darkness, his wraiths abroad,
A simple summon brings forth a God.
A defiance of justice, a child of theft.
A lover of gold, and a bringer of death.
With silver eyes and heavens hair,
With a smirk to match, and a deadly glare,
Dance, dance, dance 'round village full of death,
Swoon to the king with your very. Last. Breath.
