A wooden wing,
A precious treasure,
Magic around every corner.
None too young or old to see
The beauty of the carousel.
If they are they change around
The age differing much.
The Thief Lord chose this path,
His friends, all but one, could not.
And that friend chose to live as he wished
To be happy with his brother.
The legacy of the thief lord lives on,
As one sheds the title another takes it on.
And so the story never ends.
