He stands on a bridge paved with stone -
With voice of friendly tone-
He requests a tithe, and hints at demise-
A bow and sword - ever at side.
"Come now good fellow, no need to die!" -
The bandit is verbose.
For what use is coin, when arrow is let fly-
And one can no-longer-boast?
(Another attempt at a silly poem for a picture. >_< )