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Riddled with Care
(1)
I work in darkness in a cage,
And rampage with you in your rage.
I match your paces as you strive,
And as I strain, so shall you thrive.
Your strings of love I boldly strum,
Yet still keep time with my own drum.
_ _ _ _ _
(2)
My first is first, my second next,
My last four were dispatched as text.
My whole is not detected here,
I simply cannot be more clear.
_ _ _ _ _ _
(3)
My first is an unending fold,
My last a temperature that’s cold.
Don’t fret if it is too sublime,
My whole will come in its good time.
_ _ _ _ _ _
(4)
My grave is white, my bones are black,
And what I bear upon my rack
Weighs nothing, fills no height nor span,
But rings through minds since minds began.
In echoed measure, knot by knot,
It bundles space and tempers thought.
You gaze right now at its abyss—
Speak now, say quickly what it is:
_ _ _ _ _
(1) The _ _ _ _ _ descends
(2) As _ _ _ _ _ _ friends
(3) Call us to _ _ _ _ _ _ them.
(4) No _ _ _ _ _ can hallow them.
Hints:
(1) H _ _ _ _
(2) A _ _ _ _ _
(3) F _ _ _ _ _
(4) V _ _ _ _
I work in darkness in a cage,
And rampage with you in your rage.
I match your paces as you strive,
And as I strain, so shall you thrive.
Your strings of love I boldly strum,
Yet still keep time with my own drum.
_ _ _ _ _
(2)
My first is first, my second next,
My last four were dispatched as text.
My whole is not detected here,
I simply cannot be more clear.
_ _ _ _ _ _
(3)
My first is an unending fold,
My last a temperature that’s cold.
Don’t fret if it is too sublime,
My whole will come in its good time.
_ _ _ _ _ _
(4)
My grave is white, my bones are black,
And what I bear upon my rack
Weighs nothing, fills no height nor span,
But rings through minds since minds began.
In echoed measure, knot by knot,
It bundles space and tempers thought.
You gaze right now at its abyss—
Speak now, say quickly what it is:
_ _ _ _ _
(1) The _ _ _ _ _ descends
(2) As _ _ _ _ _ _ friends
(3) Call us to _ _ _ _ _ _ them.
(4) No _ _ _ _ _ can hallow them.
Hints:
(1) H _ _ _ _
(2) A _ _ _ _ _
(3) F _ _ _ _ _
(4) V _ _ _ _
Ah, riddles. These are nice for some variety, but they're going to be hit or miss, depending on whether the reader enjoys this kind of thing. I could solve the first two. Well, I could solve the first (heart) on its own, but I needed the hint of how many letters the second (absent) had to get it. The fourth, I think I have (verse), but I had to look at the hint of its starting letter, and it doesn't seem to fit the description that well to me. Grave and bones sure suggest something that's dead, which isn't the case for that. I really have no idea on the third. I would guess (follow), from the hint of its first letter and that it would presumably rhyme in the small ending poem, but I can't see how it satisfies the riddle's first line, so either I'm wrong, or it's going totally over my head how it answers the riddle. Well, now that I look again, I guess it does work for that first line, more literally than I was taking it.
Thin on story, but nice to see something we haven't had in a poetry round before.
Thin on story, but nice to see something we haven't had in a poetry round before.
My first is what is said about,
To touch another theme,
My second is a landscape fair
Behold the mighty scene!
My whole is a fugacious thought
That flattens other's dreams...
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To touch another theme,
My second is a landscape fair
Behold the mighty scene!
My whole is a fugacious thought
That flattens other's dreams...
Review