Since it has been far too long since any adventurer has recorded that they dueled in riddles against a dragon, here is a simple riddle about the four seasons that doubles as a sneak peek into my upcoming novel: “The Rise of Magmartan,” where one such duel takes place.
Category Archives: Poetry
The Paladin Debutante
Beauty emblazoned in battle / Bladed, balanced, and brazen / The bane of curses blooms / Colored as the sakura…
Orange
The color of decay / Is not grey, / As mold or dust, / For neither rust, / As autumn’s beast bellows, / And from its maw, rainfall flows…
Silent Tears
Weary from the constraints of society, / Conformity, and its misaligned propriety, / Where truth is lost in the desperate chaos…
Too Many To-Dos
A myriad of necessities / Scatter like loose embers, / Float away from me, / As I gather them, / Slip through the gaps / Between my fingers, / For I have only two hands…
Harpaphe Haydeniana
A many-legged, miniscule marauder, / A stealthy, silent soldier, / Feeds upon the decaying and the dead. / With a mouthful of rusty needles, / He fertilizes the forest floor, / Decorates his shiny, black, skeletal armor, / With mustard-yellow war paint, / Warns away the furry, bucktoothed giants, / And the feathered, beaked pilots, / Tempted to pierce and crack / The forest infantryman’s bony plates, / And receive a mouthful of cyanide…
Mourning the Moonlight Switch
I pity those who cross my path / When the moon insights my wrath / I never plan to wound my friends / I cannot say what the wolf intends…
Tale of a Sputtering Spark
A deceitful act encapsulates, / Taints, represses, and destroys / Innocent eyes and trusting souls / Color drains and greyscale paints / Across the once blissful dreamscape / That encouraged joyous naïveté…
The Twin Terror Realms
The deepest dread / Hides among the dead / Clawed fingers, gnarled hands / Scrape the mists of the Shadowlands / Grasp adventurers’ ankles / Trap them either above or below / Until the darkest door devours / Or the raunchiest ranch ravishes / Their valorous souls…
The Ballad of Bloodthirst
Bequeathed our sire / The blood desire / His stinging venom / Hath no addendum / For each bite spreads / The thirst for bloodshed…
Endlesslore 