The Tale Of A Thief Who Would Steal No More
A soul caught between
worldly ambitions and true love.
A robber of hearts was he,
yet a nobler soul you could never meet.
This is the tale he confessed
to me of how his ambitious nature had
tested his convictions and beliefs.
Glimpses of a fair young maiden
in a path of moonlight
by the river had turned him into a lover of one
heart, rather than a thief of many.
The young maiden not like
other world-lings seemed to glow and move
with ease through the river at night.
The one who told me this tale so desired
her as a companion
that he chose to relinquish
all other hearts he had
Only to find that her heart
was under lock and key to another.
For this young maiden belonged to
the River God who
was not pleased with
others gazing upon her.
So it was the thief laid out
a plan to steal her
away by the light of the day.
He took a net and held her
in it, carrying her away
from the water, from the river.
Soon the River Maiden was
torn inside, her heart
stopped beating, she
was barely alive.
He then realized that
she needed to return to
He was taking her back by the
when the River God
in anger dared to
pull him under.
The young maiden swam to
his rescue, lay him on the shore
and disappeared into the river.
Returning to his home
he vowed he would search no more
for hearts to be stolen.
Alive, yet his own heart barely beating
in his chest, his soul was undone
by the quest for the heart of just one.
When he passed into the shadows
His other friends and I took it upon
ourselves to lay him in the river
with the fair maiden
whom he loved.
Now when one visits the river
by night, they may
glimpse two glowing forms
in the moonlight
who are sure to be the maiden
and the thief of hearts who shared
his tale with me.