Literature
Inward
Lots of visual elements don't translate in the typed version, but it is easier to read. This is the handwritten version.
A shack a ways away from off the main and beaten track
Thatched and roofed for weather, rotten wooden walling cracked.
Though hardly worth a second glance, I found myself intrigued
And my pockets being rather light, enticed my growing greed.
I am a thief and trickster true, but surely none shall miss
An old or dusty artifact within a place like this.
I knock an arrow, just in case, and creek open the door,
And glimpse a many items thrown and strewn across the floor.
Perhaps this place has seen a couple bandits seeking gold
Or just a thoughtless traveler who wished to beat the cold.
In any case, not many places ‘round here are intact.
If they should house a bit of wealth, then men they shall attract.
I quietly examined all the shelves and tables clean,
And couldn’t find a single ounce of gold from which to glean.
But then I heard a footstep fall upon the