I guess there isn't harm in just posting the entire thing I had on the forum, so here it is!
- Sleeping dust, glimmered in the air thick,
Above he who fell victim to her trick
Shuffling through his unprotected bags
It was his whose gold, she would snag
Cloth, leather, a pen and some rye,
It seemed as though it all disappeared to the sky
Ever hopeful and searching with fear,
Could he have spent it all on beer?
“It has to be here,” she muttered some more,
“It has to be here, or else I’ll stay poor.”
She threw the bag to the ground,
It landed quietly, with a soft pound
He did not wake, as she took another sack,
She gazed down at it, and began to unpack
Unpack the sack, in hopes there would be,
The gold she so dearly, needed to see
A candle reflection caught her eye,
A small shine, in that small bottle of rye
She took it and opened and stared inside with awe,
No rye to be found, but GOLD she saw!
Corking the bottle, she found what she wanted
She hid it in her own bag, as the deed never haunted
After she made sure everything was as before,
She stepped to her feet and made way to the door
Succession shown as a small smirk to her lip,
The gold jingled in the sack on her hip
The poor fool thought she would not be able,
But it was a lost to him, as soon as she sat at the same table
It's not the best, I'm not afraid to admit,
But it's fun to unravel ones imagination from that dark, blissful pit
The blissful pit where imagination runs wild with gold,
In that one Rogue's hands, she shall all hold
Instead of in a grocery store where some shall always be bag'n,
My poem was inspired by a character from the Dungeon and Dragon
For I, editing a post can be seen as a bit lame,
But my mind failed to remind thyself to put in a name!
My poem may not be remembered for as long as many hath,
But if you call it by anything else, may you feel my wrath!!
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Well, I guess that's all I really have to say today. Hope you enjoyed reading as I did writing!