Riddle #1

Riddle #1

A Poem by Vincent Maltese

Winding minds now we lay siege

bindng vines grew you and me

 

Set to path eternty

rapture strokes on ferity

 

HENCE FORth LAYS THE PATH UN clear.

Willing lives through wich we fear

 

solatary we now peer

With open minds and a would be spear

 

Wash all hands of averice

lay to waste contempuousness

 

let flow free the child's mind

inncoent will be man kind

© 2008 Vincent Maltese


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spelling needs to be QUITE tweaked here but I enjoyed the flow and rhyme scheme and cannot figure this riddle out.. :) I really liked the first two lines


Posted 16 Years Ago



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Added on February 19, 2008

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Vincent Maltese
Vincent Maltese

Camp Lejeune, NC



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