Bandit Camp

Chant like the scum you are!

I see you, 

from far away in the distance. 

I see your evil eyes

I wish to purge you,

but know that it will only end in disaster.

So I bide my time

Hours turn to days

Days turn to years

And just as you are nodding off,

I impale the lot of you!

And I watch with horror, 

As I realize that I had made a mistake.