rorthewriter

In the dark whispers sound. The frightening shrieks from all around. Two men pace back and forth both betrayers with black hearts They hide from the lanterns carried by truth to try to save them from their fates, it is no use. Out of disparity they made a deal ones to sneak, the others to steal the night is dark an inky black the thief and the bandit stab each other in the back they could not resist the chance to gain now the only prize is pain both broke the pact both tried to lie now both men are destined to die there is no honor among bandits nor thieves such sad tales are these.