The Mayor and the town manager waved as their next victim approached.
The little town of Sherman has been peaceful and idyllic until of late.
They came as fast as lightning, hidden beneath the cover of darkness, batting their full fledged wings. These beasts could sense power. The more influential the person, the stronger his scent was. Thus, naturally, the mayor and the town manager were the first amongst many more that they turned.
Now, the mayor and town manager did their bidding, as loyal as faithful servants.
What a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive
She is the best of her trade, the queen of thieves,
Who steals not gold but the hearts of men she misleads.
First she earned their trust, then she made them believe,
But the way she toyed, trampled, and teased,
It‘s no wonder that no male would choose to forgive,
but their pardon is something she does not need.
She is content with her life of promiscuous mischief,
Then he came, seemingly impregnable, the ideal candidate of intrigue,
Finally a game that she played with gritted teeth.
As she weaved, she felt unprecedented emotions: he made her complete,
So the queen quit her games, embraced her feelings, and laid her heart out to gift.
But by cruel destiny or ill fate, out of her life, he did leave.
She was the best of her trade, the queen of thieves,
Who stole not gold the hearts of men she misleads.