Thief
Small they are,
Fast they run.
Brown body,
Cheeky face,
Never just one
Runs to you
And then away,
Runs to cries
Of “Stop!” and “Hey!”.
Runs away
With sword or shield,
Yet knows not how
To weapons wield.
Knows not how
To harm the weak.
Does not whisper,
Does not sneak.
Runs around,
Blue arms wave,
Worse than Chaos
They behave.
See one coming,
Cast a spell,
Chop, or else prepare
To run forth and yell.
Couldn't think of anything much better to do at the time. There's not much to write about Screamers and Mummies but still...I'll do some more on the story too of course...
EDIT - Oh bugger I just realised I posted this in the wrong thread - this is meant to go in the poems thread

