The Robberess

There's a robberess in the night,
Albeit a sultry one.
She's skulking around the corners,
Wielding weapons wickedly blunt.

She sneaks into a manor,
As swiftly as the sleekest dart.
And steals the most prized possession:
The owner's shrivelled heart.

Alarms are set off!
But quickly suppressed.
Guard dogs are released!
But quickly enamoured
By her disarming smile,
Her charming wiles.

Making off with her loot,
She's gleefully pleased.
She didn't even have to shoot!
It was too much of a breeze.

Yet upon closer inspection,
She sees its mediocrity
And deems it not her worth.
She returns to her profession,
Tossing it out without mirth.

How unfortunate for the owner,
Now lying lovesick in bed.
Destined to die a loner.
Dying, dying, dead.

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Clearing my mind to... Bright Lights - Matchbox 20