Thoughtful Poetry

Heist-(Six of Crows Inspired)

Three suns set behind looming towers

Their burning brilliance cracked by corrupted claws

Dark, twisted things wait for the small hours

The crooked city just careless prey in their cunning jaws

Slipping, silently towards harm as if this were their home

They wield their scars like security, their names like weapons

Legends come alive where they roam

To them, the thrill, the tenebrous territory, the treasure beckons

Through the mist stands the mark

The obsidian night obscures their quickly descending design

Upon the citadel lingers a lonely spark

It's ludicrous light shown out like a sign

Tick-tock, deep within the castle, goes the clock

Over the fireplace

In a room wrapped up like a lock

Flames flicker across the floor

They dance off gold with grace

Oh, that intoxicating ore has incited many to war

Six shadows outlined against the night

Doors and locks lie dead beneath dangerous fingers

Choose flight! Only a fool would fight.

Through broken blackness, a language of greed lingers

Disdainful dreams are drawn aloft by amethyst and diamond

But thieves can steal more than silver and sapphires

Possessive plots, sinister schemes, and villainous violations all ruined

Thieves can wear more than mantles of mourning mounted on slumped shoulders before they tire

They can finally creep away from clinging hands and cool, dead flesh forever

Their souls rise above the spires towards the suns

But robbers rule this kingdom, this little dark corner

Their souls, anointed with onyx wings, rest with fellow heathens

Roving among towering raven-tinted refuges

Spies and convicts crowned with calamity reigning over a realm crumbling to ashes

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