Weekly What – Week 17

A beast o’ green with yellow crown
O’ertakes the landscape all around.
Mowing men and women down
With claws set deeply underground.
No fearless Knight doth dare confound
The countless creatures’ battleground.

Can ya hear that mournful sound
O’ cries o’ fear from dusk to dawn?
Lovers o’ the fallen ones’
Vengeful tears cry out for war!

Picks and pikes, shovels and swords,
Off to snuff the most awful o’ hoards.
Ripping and tearing the mighty cords
O’ the beasts’ behemoth legs and claws,
Until, at last, the growls and roars
Are ne’er but heard in tales of lore.

Weekly What – Week 15

Over white mountains, 
And through motly gray. 
Under the starlight 
Of deep outer space. 
There, I hear a whispering voice;
My spine chilled by a touch, too moist.

Dream of the younger;
Longing of elders;
Age doesn’t matter, 
Thus it’s called never. 
To reach out and find what you seek, 
Requires, in mind, a smile and wink.

Weekly What – Week 14

Well my spring break did not go exactly as planned, but things rarely do. I will do my best to throw a few riddles up, but things are mentally slow at the moment. Anyways, here’s a riddle to guess if you can!

Two in front, two beside,
Two connect right behind.
Snakes that wrap around real tight:
Two without a viper bite.

So gentle and loving,
Amazing and sublime;
Snakes of antiquity:
Benevolent and kind.

Venom of an odd, odd type;
Difficult, even, to describe.
As if one’s heart was jumping inside,
After saying, “hello” or bidding, “goodbye.”