This is a poem I wrote sort of about my story, Thieves, hence the title. :) Unfortunately, I have not been able to finish any more of the story recently, so that will have to wait until my next post (hopefully).

Open the skies,
Pour down the rain,
Burn up the sun
With the power of their pain.

Can they be heard,
Above the cries?
Can they be seen,
Above the skies?

The city cries,
Burning with hunger,
Filled with disgust
For the cause of their hunger.

Can they be heard,
Above the cries?
Can they be seen,
Floating through the skies?

Thieves
On the wings of dragons
So high
In the sky
Flying by
Going to try
And do right.