A petty thief, unbeknownst to me.
Derived from grief, recognized to thee.

Crowned by the folk, a heroic outlaw.
Despised by the law, a demonic encore.

Slithers like a snake, in the blackest of nights.
Glitters with a veil, in some days O’bright.

Sentenced to death, yet slipped away.
Repentance to none, but prides in disarray.

This tale of the petty thief, is one known dilemma.
But with or with not, it’s surely a vendetta.