I am a bandit, who roams at night, Stealing from those who dare to fight. I slip in the shadows, quiet as a mouse, Taking what I please, with nary a rouse.
My blades are sharp, my aim is true, No treasure is safe, from me and my crew. I taunt the guards, as they give chase, For I am too quick to be caught in this place.
I live for the thrill, of each new score, The rush of the hunt, I can't ignore. I take what I want, 'cause I am a boss, And leave the citizens, to count their loss.
But there is one thing, I crave the most, The thrill of the hunt, when their hope is lost, I've heard their cries, as they beg and flee, Yet none escape, when they run from me.
So beware all ye, who cross my path, For I am a bandit, and I'll have your stash. I roam at night, with nimble feet, Stealing from those, who dare to compete.