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Beyond the plains of endless flower
Where the sun shines every hour I guarantee it will turn sour 'Lest you disturb it's wake. Beware - it's moods are fickle you must be quick to solve the riddle the minutes spared are very little... this breath may be the last you take. You watch the time go slowly past as it trickles down the hourglass Be ready to face the Sphinx's wrath for the ground will start to shake... Soon your face will start to drain You can feel the screaming pain Bear it more you'll go insane... You slip away - it's all too late as the Sphinx claims another victim. |
Author notes
First, you probably don't know what the heck this is. The Sphinx is from Greek mythology. It devours anyone who cannot solve this riddle : "What walks with 4 legs in the morning, 2 legs midday, and 3 legs in the evening?". Sound familiar?
Also, I tried to follow the rhyming format of Enoq's "Mother's Clay". And I wrote in vain, apparently.
Comments
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It's a pleasant write and although flows so light and easy it holds some depth within your words and I like parts like tha hourglass or the riddles. Makes me think about life and I can draw some metaphoric sense out of this poem. Thanks!
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I love spinxes. They are amazing (if not real) creatures. You still take my breath away with your ovely poetry. Great job...
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Wow, I'll be waiting for the day when you say my poetry is horrible ...
! Because this is definetely not one of my best... but hey, thanks for the compliment, as always.
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I thought you did a very good job!! I love the rhyming and the beat.
Good imagery. I love it!
Hope.
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Thanks Hope
I can always rely on you for reading my work. Gosh, I gotta comment on some of yours... -
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Aw, no problem AC, I like reading your poetry!
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