Here are five riddles. As usual, I am aping my betters. They're meant to fill in for my One Page Dungeon.
1
It's owner could not eat their fill,
and so they abandoned it,
and flew weeping into the light.
I was born in in it,
I call these red walls home,
and devour it in the dark.
And when I have eaten my fill,
I will abandon it,
and fly laughing into the light.
(maggot on a corpse that died of starvation)
2
A bird with feathers, but no wings.
An engine with fuel, but no metal.
When they meet, one yields,
but this is the end of both of their arcs.
(arrow in a heart)
3
I am the enemy within.
All will join my cause,
and grow pure and clean and thin.
(skeleton)
4
I am the destroying tree.
I do not grow, but spring forth full grown.
I do not give, but take away.
From my fruit, nothing grows.
(gallows)
5
Born of earth,
I bring the sky closer.
Fly from my crown,
and return to the earth forever.
(suicide from the top of a tower)
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Riddles that don't rhyme? Crazy talk!
ReplyDeleteJust the first three with some tweaks:
Flying with feathers but no wings,
To an engine of no metal.
The beating second no longer sings,
When the first comes home to settle.
- an arrow to the heart
No longer feeding on life's full buffet,
To the dust it was rejected.
Others fled in tears; 'Glory long gone,'
Was what they must have suspected.
But I like it; it’s become my home,
The red walls leave me protected.
It tastes sweet too, after all, you know,
I don't mind the term: infected.
And now I'm done, hunger gorged,
The last days of youth inspected.
So now lift off to fuller days,
Where more refuse can be genuflected.
- maggot in a corpse
I am the enemy strong within;
All must join my cause.
Shed the layers of what once was,
And grow pure and clean and thin.
- skeleton
These are excellent! Thank you!
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