Cyndi’s Riddles and Rhymes
Fair Weather Queen
The queen has departed, though her trail is not cold
Why has she abandoned her feline stronghold?
Two summer moons are passing through countless dreams untold.
She ruled here with an iron claw in the heart of dear Oakhold.
Yet now she hides from the hunter’s eye, the warriors so brave and bold.
She does not emerge to protect her lair, to hiss, to scratch or to scold.
Her kindred still seek to help, to show her the ways of old.
Show us where hides our sister, so we may return her to the fold.
Tunnels & Holes
The chyldren are falling to the forgetful sleep.
From the pain and the law, they’re hiding like sheep.
The time will soon come for the truth to come out,
For suspicion to wane, leaving behind all doubt.
The truth, this time, will be as Cyndi tells,
And the truth doth lead under the factory Naptha Fels.
The shifting of dirt, the tumbling of rock,
The death throes of a dragon were the initial shock.
Caverns and crevasses and tunnels galore
Emerge from the darkness by the dozen and score.
When the law sets out to confirm Cyndi’s tale,
The skies will soon rage with the coming of hail.
Thus seeking shelter in the factory’s dank bowels,
They will be drawn ever deeper by the wind and its howls.
Until at last they do arrive, Agent Jordan and his flock,
At the gaping black maw of our tunnel into the rock.