Thieves of Nehwon

[**Some potential book ⚠️ 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐒 ⚠️ but it's mostly out of context.**] [**Fafhrd and the Gray Mouser from the works of Fritz Leiber**] The illusion of the feminine The fetus with glowin’ skin The knowledge and virtue of innocence The temple where journeys begin A butcher with a black eye A child who is faintly near With hissing breath and bulbous ears With thin and cat-like fur on his back Nothin’ seems what it appears The foe mounts his second offensive Fafhrd and The Gray Mouser The clientele of adventurers The laughter of his welcome The smooth hands of entertainers A hut with tendrils that crawl A face that conjures likeness To the fireplace with a drawl I live beyond the strength you hold I’ve lived a thousand years and more I know the circle I’ve been here before An idol with ruby eyes, Sits unguarded on the altar, The air hums with ancient warning. Fafhrd's axe arcs through the dim light, Mouser moves for the precision attack. The air thickens with unseen force, A presence that crawls beneath the skin. The blade in hand feels heavier now, The room itself seems to breathe. Through alleys thick with rancid air, Where even the light carries a price. The pact unfolds with trembling resolve, Fate's dice fall in a silent roll. I exist outside your measured grasp, A witness to cycles you cannot see. The circle tightens, the spiral bends, What was begins again and again. The Bazaar of the Bizarre swarms alive, A frenzy of wares that ache to be owned. Fafhrd carves a path through the throng, Mouser’s fingers, take at will. From Lankhmar's depths to desolate peaks, They move as the wind wills, without tether. Two figures bound not by words but resolve, Fafhrd and The Gray Mouser, Forever!