This was an asignment for my Senior High School British Litature class. We had to write five riddles of 14 lines each to share with the class. The answers are listed on the bottom.
Riddle #1
1 The living darkness that I am
2 seeps throughout the deeply
3 blackened woods. A visual
4 would reveal the yellowed
5 moon. Ivory razors, exposed,
6 a gut wrenching scream
7 to unite local comrades.
8 I am one of
9 many to move, perfectly synchronized,
10 with speed to great.
11 To govern my domain
12 fear must enter many.
13 A nightmare to countless
14 the true horror I personify.
Riddle #2
1 My body glistens with
2 the power to destroy
3 life. I am a leader,
4 a symbol of strength,
5 for though my vessel
6 grips my neck until
7 his knuckles turn white,
8 I lose no breath.
9 To some I am
10 their freedom, the path
11 that lest them live,
12 to others, the captor
13 that forces their summation.
14 I lead both to life and to death.
Riddle #3
1 Eternal twilight eclipses the
2 future that I know.
3 For the marble stone
4 that is my skin
5 is colder than any
6 of the snowy planes
7 that it resembles and
8 will not let warmth
9 reach my core. Blood
10 flows through me, though
11 not in my veins and
12 I have life in my
13 never ending death. Seduction
14 has never been this lethal.
Riddle #4
1 Many have felt me,
2 good and bad, for
3 I am ageless. I
4 can confuse you with
5 my simple grace and
6 happiness or my steadfast pain.
7 My true form is only
8 seen once, though I
9 may come, deceitful more than
10 once during your life. I am
11 a sweet music that
12 bewitches body and mind,
13 blinding and revealing. My
14 grip it the strongest there is
15 but it can be broken with a simple actions.
Riddle #5
1 Consuming everything I touch
2 I am a force
3 to be reckoned with.
4 I easily overpower others,
5 for that is my
6 nature. I am cruel
7 and spiteful, a companion
8 of evil. I feed
9 you deepest desires, stoking
10 them until they are a
11 burning inferno. With great
12 cunning and dexterity I control
13 your body and mind, but beware,
14 for I am a traitorous sin.
Answers
Riddle # 1- wolf Riddle # 2- sword Riddle # 3- vampire Riddle # 4- love Riddle # 5- greed
~Tristan
Mirror
Gleaming with the morning light
I look upon a peaceful slumber.
I sit atop the dresser and reflect,
Reflect the room that I face,
And reflect unwavering reality.
Silent I remain for I know no words
But only truths beyond your comprehension.
I reveal what is and not what isn’t.
Not only do I watch but I listen,
Listen to confessions of a heart.
She looks into me as she wakes,
With hopes for a new day.
I show her what she is, who she is.
Watching and listening as she grows,
Grows from a girl, grows into a woman.
I have been there through her life,
Through everything she remembers and what she doesn’t.
Having seen all her shinning moments and all he lows
I know she what she fears,
She fears Aloadae and the bronze jar.
________________________________________________
In Greek Mythology, Aloadae (twin giants who where referred to as a singular unit) kidnapped the War God, Ares. Despite the strength of the god, Aloadae kept Ares captive in a bronze jar for thirteen months just to see if they could.
~Tristan
(Written junior year of high school)
I look upon a peaceful slumber.
I sit atop the dresser and reflect,
Reflect the room that I face,
And reflect unwavering reality.
Silent I remain for I know no words
But only truths beyond your comprehension.
I reveal what is and not what isn’t.
Not only do I watch but I listen,
Listen to confessions of a heart.
She looks into me as she wakes,
With hopes for a new day.
I show her what she is, who she is.
Watching and listening as she grows,
Grows from a girl, grows into a woman.
I have been there through her life,
Through everything she remembers and what she doesn’t.
Having seen all her shinning moments and all he lows
I know she what she fears,
She fears Aloadae and the bronze jar.
________________________________________________
In Greek Mythology, Aloadae (twin giants who where referred to as a singular unit) kidnapped the War God, Ares. Despite the strength of the god, Aloadae kept Ares captive in a bronze jar for thirteen months just to see if they could.
~Tristan
(Written junior year of high school)
A Book
A book is an adventure,
Another world inside itself.
Somewhere anything seems possible,
And nothing is as it seems.
A book is a portal to another place,
Taking you through time, through space.
Leading you to far-off shores,
Showing you what can be.
A book is an adventure,
Whatever one you chose.
A book is a portal,
No matter where the end.
So take an adventure,
explore a new place.
Chose where it takes you.
~Tristan
(Written sophomore year of high school)
Another world inside itself.
Somewhere anything seems possible,
And nothing is as it seems.
A book is a portal to another place,
Taking you through time, through space.
Leading you to far-off shores,
Showing you what can be.
A book is an adventure,
Whatever one you chose.
A book is a portal,
No matter where the end.
So take an adventure,
explore a new place.
Chose where it takes you.
~Tristan
(Written sophomore year of high school)
Anger
Anger is a wolf,
hunting all other emotions who are wounded prey.
Devouring every thing crossing its path,
leaving nothing but itself to fill the empty void.
Fighting is way to the top it consumes you,
fill every word, thought, every movement.
It rips around inside you,
tearing out into the open exposing the beast it truly is.
As it quenches its need for blood,
it retreats, leaving nothing but destruction, and the one who provoked it lifeless.
~Tristan
(Written sophomore year of high school)
hunting all other emotions who are wounded prey.
Devouring every thing crossing its path,
leaving nothing but itself to fill the empty void.
Fighting is way to the top it consumes you,
fill every word, thought, every movement.
It rips around inside you,
tearing out into the open exposing the beast it truly is.
As it quenches its need for blood,
it retreats, leaving nothing but destruction, and the one who provoked it lifeless.
~Tristan
(Written sophomore year of high school)
Baby-Sitting
Three kids that thought they could be thespians.
But Baby-sitting bothersome bundles brought about my bad behavior.
Alex admired a lot about me and amazingly admitted my aura was astoundingly aloof.
Shamus shyly sought something simple to shift my sad face.
Mackenzie’s marvelous mind might misunderstand my melancholy mood.
Alex amazingly applied art all around my appendages making me airy.
Shamus and his silly siblings sing songs about something strange made me smile.
Mackenzie marveled at me making my melancholy mind merry.
Having harnessed my horribly horrendous feelings
the theatrical tykes turned my temper to true treasure.
~Tristan
(Written sophomore year of high school)
But Baby-sitting bothersome bundles brought about my bad behavior.
Alex admired a lot about me and amazingly admitted my aura was astoundingly aloof.
Shamus shyly sought something simple to shift my sad face.
Mackenzie’s marvelous mind might misunderstand my melancholy mood.
Alex amazingly applied art all around my appendages making me airy.
Shamus and his silly siblings sing songs about something strange made me smile.
Mackenzie marveled at me making my melancholy mind merry.
Having harnessed my horribly horrendous feelings
the theatrical tykes turned my temper to true treasure.
~Tristan
(Written sophomore year of high school)
Dancing
A small touch of his hand made me smile.
He pulled me closer, and far-off I heard laughter and music.
I rested my head on his shoulder as we danced under the stars.
My smile grew as he spun me around and pulled me back to him.
His soft sweet smile melted my heart.
The suit he wore was vivid in color and I remember how soft it was.
Never to leave my mind is the smell of his cologne.
~Tristan
(Written sophomore year of high school)
He pulled me closer, and far-off I heard laughter and music.
I rested my head on his shoulder as we danced under the stars.
My smile grew as he spun me around and pulled me back to him.
His soft sweet smile melted my heart.
The suit he wore was vivid in color and I remember how soft it was.
Never to leave my mind is the smell of his cologne.
~Tristan
(Written sophomore year of high school)
The Wind Journey
The Wind ran quickly across the plane,
Making the grass sway to a distant beet.
Jumping and spinning the wind danced with the lone tree,
Catching his branches and making them move to a far-off rhythm.
Throwing herself up the wind glided freely across the sky,
Moving and provoking the remote song.
Journeying across space and time the wind travels swiftly,
Carrying the feel of an imposing melody.
In distant places, with distant faces,
She must carry on.
Dancing still to the same beet,
same melody, same rhythm, same song.
In far-off places, with far-off faces,
Her journey doesn’t end.
Forevermore she dances,
the wind dances,
to the beet of a lovers heart.
~Tristan
(written Sophomore year of high school)
Making the grass sway to a distant beet.
Jumping and spinning the wind danced with the lone tree,
Catching his branches and making them move to a far-off rhythm.
Throwing herself up the wind glided freely across the sky,
Moving and provoking the remote song.
Journeying across space and time the wind travels swiftly,
Carrying the feel of an imposing melody.
In distant places, with distant faces,
She must carry on.
Dancing still to the same beet,
same melody, same rhythm, same song.
In far-off places, with far-off faces,
Her journey doesn’t end.
Forevermore she dances,
the wind dances,
to the beet of a lovers heart.
~Tristan
(written Sophomore year of high school)
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