Kyrielle #1

A castle, tall and full of life.
To guard, a few with hand on knife.
But here he came, though they looked tough,
That thief who stole the diamond rough.


He swung 'cross moat, into a room.
All were blind to impending doom.
Down the stairs and hall, in a huff,
That thief who stole the diamond rough.


He headed towards the great moonstone.
Lost, to nearby room he was drawn.
He saw an odd stone in pile of stuff,
That thief who stole the diamond rough.


Carelessly, he shrugged and took it,
Stuffed it in his jacket pocket.
"This isn't that special," he did gruff,
That thief who stole the diamond rough.


Then the castle, full of sadness,
Mourned the loss despite gem's drabness.
He returned to moonstone search. Enough!
That thief who stole the diamond rough.


And so he left, two gems richer.
Castle moved on, feeling poorer.
Now there's more tough guards cause of
That thief who stole the diamond rough.