Thursday, May 2, 2024

I committed a filksong: The Ballad of Petrilly Gill

 The Ballad of Petrilly Gill

(To the tune of the Eagles _Lyin’ Eyes_)

 

Halfling girls just seem to find out early

How to open doors with pick and file

A rich old mark so she won't have to worry

She'll mask in black and climb the wall in style 

 

Late at night a big old house holds plenty

Where each antique and stature has its price

And it breaks her heart to think she’s has to leave some

But her fence has asked she grab that diamond ice

 

So she finds the safe and gets on with the thievin’

Pick the locks and shut all the traps down

Grabs the bag of gems but as she is leavin'

A shadow there with maw turned in a frown.

 

She can't hide from flyin' eyes

And her mask is a thin disguise

Awash in fear she’ll realize

her mark is just a sphere of many eyes

 

At a dockside bar her favorite fence is waiting

Tracking goods that come and go with the tide

As she runs away from as abomination

She hopes he has ways to get her out alive

 

“Because if we fall, we will fall together”

She whispers that cold warning with a smile

“Beholders grudges, they go on forever,

They are nothing but malice, hate, and guile.”

 

She can't hide from flyin' eyes

And her mask is a thin disguise

Awash in fear she’ll realize

her mark is just a sphere of many eyes

 

She adds this job to ones that she’s regretted

And stares out at the stars up in the sky

Out in the night, the sphere is silhouetted

And her fence tried to run with no goodbye

 

She wonders how it ever got this crazy

She thinks about the pro she used to be

Did she get gulled or did she just get lazy?

After killing him, her paths are fight and flee

 

“My, oh my, you sure know how to arrange things

You set me up so well, so carefully”

Taking his poor worthless life just didn't change things

As the sphere appeared and she cursed silently

 

She can't hide from flyin' eyes

And her mask is a thin disguise

Awash in fear she’ll realize

her mark is just a sphere of many eyes

There ain't no way to hide from flyin' eyes

Her death approaches with nine old magic eyes

 

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