To catch a thief when he has stole
My prodigy, my spirit and my soul
I will set a trap that is perpetually deep
Multi-faceted and horrendously steep

He shall fall unaware
Into my webbed Spiders Lair
The more he struggles to be free
The more ensnared will he be

Wrapping himself in a cocoon of deceit
The pain he has caused he will reap
His once born soul shall scream in agony
As his own mind forms the cruelest of irony

For he will become his own greatest fears
Over and over; a reflection of mirrors
Time without end; his darkness eternal
Creator of his own hell fire inferno

To catch a thief when he has stole
My prodigy, my spirit and my soul
His own arrogance will be his undoing
Earning his reward three fold ensuing

By the Power of Three
In the Quarters of Four
Above and Below; So Shall It Be!
Coast to Coast; Shore to Shore!

So I Will! So Mote It Be!