Thieves and Assassins with their Evil Intent
There are thieves in the temple,
their accomplishment simple,
the torch's fire cracks,
sinners leave in lack,
the intruders leave and dont come back,
nothing left to lose,
slaying the alerted jews,
daggers left in a pool of blood,
greed, curruption as prodigious as a flood.
There are assassins in the temple,
sunset passes away,
intruders enter without delay,
guards lookout,
their deaths come without a shout,
prince's gaze looks,
at all of his treasures,
assassin is too smart for a crook,
moments will pass, so will the prince's pleasure,
sunset dies,
so does the prince,
princess cries,
killer leaves without regret,
no care for the upset.
Now say goodbye,
a person its self, is its only ally.
Wow!
Great poem!!
Thank you, good mam.