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ThunderMage
Senior Member

since 2002-06-20

Posts 812
Canada

0 posted 2003-10-25 08:48 PM

They told me in training it was over,
My past could ne'er be restored;
But all this adventurer had to do
Was stop fighting and sheathe the sword.

My blade's brought me naught but more questions,
Do I kill with it now or walk off into the night?
All my options seem to stem to two paths within,
Both leading to the warmest of all known light.

And as I walk these paths I see what's ahead,
A monster awaits his next meal.
This beast ignores me though, as I walk right by,
Perhaps thinking maybe I'm not real.

What it all comes down to is one thing,
And it's plain as day, any fool can see
That when you add it all up,
The only one who's really died is me.

You see weary trav'ller, my heart hardened long ago,
All my feelings seemed masked by pain,
But that was then and this may not be war,
But I'd sooner take death than lose my life again.

I'd lost my soul to a demon, you see,
And it returned to me within my heart.
Now my sword's been sheathed for a while,
My only power in the deadly arts.

With my sword at my side, I walk the paths,
Seeking out truth, affection, and love;
When darkness falls I summon the light,
And strike with a force from above.

So weary trav'ller, rest here at the inn,
Have a mug of grog and rest.
The tavern's open all night in this town
Where heroes are put to the test.

The inn's finest ale? Truly a warrior's drink.
Barbarians control themselves well,
But were I to drink that "fire-water" again,
I'd summon the powers of Hell.

So sit back for a pint and an old thief's tale,
I'll tell you a story of fear;
You see, when it all came to "kill or be killed",
I knew my salvation was near.

An hour or two walking to the east,
Now my quest was almost done!
I'd found the reason I was put into this world,
The inner war now won.

Chaos sleeps within us all,
Darkness drives us mad;
Madness from the rage I've felt
Is always something bad.

I've felt that madness, not too pleasant,
Demons bursting from my soul;
That, fellow trav'ller, was the tip of the iceberg
Back then when I lost control.

But now I've found my true nature,
A purpose of all my life;
I've found a thief's path to invigorate me
As I quickly unsheathe my knife.

But how's a thief worthy of a princess?
I was, as a paladin, one time.
It seems evil sorcerers can always win,
Both in spell and in rhyme.

But surrender's for cowards, and I'll not give in,
May the Nobility of Thieves prove loyal and true!
Thieves like me are a rare find indeed,
For you see, I've not stolen from you.

Perhaps I have stolen a bit of your time,
But not a coin from your gold.
I've no need of money when I can steal bread,
To survive, a thief must be bold.

But I'm shy around the one who taught me to heal,
The one who first showed me my own soul.
If I'd never known her, I'd never have known pain,
And never have lost control.

I'd never even have learned how to feel,
A barbarian to the end...
That's why everyday I thank God every way
For giving me such a good friend.

Through those years, you see, I revealed my heart,
My true power at its best.
But my past's a tale, trav'ller, for another day;
You should go and take some rest.

Morning? Yes, I'll be gone by then,
I hardly ever stay very long;
Just enough time to stop chaos again,
And prevent things so horribly wrong.

Name? What's a name? I've ne'er been called,
I don't know if my purpose is God's will,
But I know it's my path, the one that I choose,
Even if I must be forced to kill.

But you see, I sense evil, it's lived in my heart,
Darkness falls now. It's late;
The town's closing down for the night as we speak,
The guards are standing near the gate.

Spirits emerge from the darkness at night;
Just thought I'd give you fair warning.
The spirits are friendly, though a bit eccentric,
And they'll disappear right before morning.

You see, they were patrons here, much like yourself,
But they fell victim to their rage.
One was a warrior, one a healer,
Another still was a sage.

The darkness within them had claimed their souls,
Until I came and fought Hell for all.
Whene'er the time comes next to face such dark power,
I'll be too determined to fall.

A thief may be weak, but he's faster than light,
And his luck always saves his neck;
A true thief's not one who has reason to steal,
But steals just for the heck.

So rest now my friend, you've a long day ahead,
And I see now you've run out of drink.
It's probably better, it's more time to sleep,
And we all need time to think.

Your gold, you say? I've seen it not.
Perhaps another thief made it loot.
They're crafty devils, just like me;
Your spell book's hidden in my boot.

I did this merely to prove a point,
Trust none yet trust all, read them like books.
If you think your gold's gone missing,
Turn around and take a good look.

A thief's not hard to spot, you know,
Though very easy to miss.
As for me, it's time to go,
I'm off to get a kiss.

You see, the one I mentioned has come,
And she offered her love today;
I accepted, of course - I'm not a heartless fool!
So it's time for me to be away.

Hero? I've been called one before.
The title, I'd say, never stuck;
Others may disagree with me,
But then that's just my luck.

The only hero I want to be
Is to the one I adore;
It's because of her I'm so damned happy,
And will be fore'er more.

Goodnight trav'ller, remember my advice,
Advice from a humble peasant;
We cannot change the past - it's done,
But we still have the present.

A warrior? Me? I've not the might.
A sorcerer? I lack the mind.
A healer? That needs innocence,
Leaving me in a bind.

A pirate? Perhaps. A tyrant? Maybe.
I've even been called a ranger.
If e'er you return to this village of mine,
Visit the Guild and don't be a stranger.

You can find the Nobility of Thieves down the street,
That small building off to the side,
The one with the trees and bushes around;
They're all great places to hide.

The front door holds a trap, the back a guard,
Just tell them you were sent by their "Mage";
They'll stand aside and open the doors,
Like a spellcaster turns a spellbook page.

What is life without poetry and adventure?
"Little sister" is just another way of saying "Guardian Angel"!