The guards all looked the other way
And he crept past to go and play
The king
When was this, Mama?
Many years ago, sweet one.
He sidled through the city lanes
More silently than blood through veins
The thief king
Where was he going, Mama?
Wherever he wanted, sweet one.
He visited the temple rows
And tweaked each godly statue's nose
The god thief king
Why didn't that offend them, Mama?
It did, but the Thief is always forgiven, sweet one.
He climbed the stele's carven stone
And danced and sang all on his own
The mad god thief king
Why was he on his own, Mama?
Because his family were sleeping, sweet one.
His foe came there and scoffed aloud
And did not see the closing shroud
The cunning mad god thief king
Did he really kill his foe, Mama?
Even he had to kill sometimes, sweet one.
The people saw the fallen foe
And praised aloud the end of woe
The beloved mad god thief king
Did all the people love him, Mama?
No one worshiped is ever loved by everyone, sweet one.
The people followed at his feet
Up palace steps from city street
And there where he had set it down
Was still the annux-heavy crown
He sat to rule on altar-throne
But he was never there alone
The father-brother-husband beloved mad god thief king
Was he really real, Mama?
As real as me, or my mother, or her father, or his father, or his mother who was Eugenides' daughter, sweet one.
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timeasmymeasure
Not entirely sure this fits your prompt as you intended it
Date: 2022-07-08 12:43 am (UTC)The guards all looked the other way And he crept past to go and play The king
When was this, Mama?
Many years ago, sweet one. He sidled through the city lanes More silently than blood through veins The thief king
Where was he going, Mama?
Wherever he wanted, sweet one. He visited the temple rows And tweaked each godly statue's nose The god thief king
Why didn't that offend them, Mama?
It did, but the Thief is always forgiven, sweet one. He climbed the stele's carven stone And danced and sang all on his own The mad god thief king
Why was he on his own, Mama?
Because his family were sleeping, sweet one. His foe came there and scoffed aloud And did not see the closing shroud The cunning mad god thief king
Did he really kill his foe, Mama?
Even he had to kill sometimes, sweet one. The people saw the fallen foe And praised aloud the end of woe The beloved mad god thief king
Did all the people love him, Mama?
No one worshiped is ever loved by everyone, sweet one. The people followed at his feet Up palace steps from city street And there where he had set it down Was still the annux-heavy crown He sat to rule on altar-throne But he was never there alone The father-brother-husband beloved mad god thief king
Was he really real, Mama?
As real as me, or my mother, or her father, or his father, or his mother who was Eugenides' daughter, sweet one.