Cyndi’s Riddles and Rhymes IV
Throne
Seat of power, regal throne
How many have claimed you as their own?
Many have come, more have gone
Claiming to be kings, when in fact just pawns.
Can you show me the present fool
That treats you as little more than a tool
Not granting the honor you rightly deserve
Nor the legacy of heritage you preserve?
Show me where to find him, that I may plan
On how to provide you a true king of a man
To lead you to glory as in days of past
To relight the balefire and rebuild your kingdom at last.
Zenith
The sky on the horizon rapidly darkens,
With the approaching storm van Harkens.
A sword, a hammer, a bow won’t hold
Against the story about to unfold.
The Robyn has flown, the fire will burn
The tide of battle will sway and turn.
At the moment where destinies cross
Lord Barrows will realize his loss.
His sword becomes blunt, his friends turn tail
His honor, his leadership, even his magic will fail.
The tide will consume, carrying his broken frame
To House Gwydion’s step in dishonor and shame.
Sinbad
Sinbad of the seven seas
Who wants so badly
To be lord of the trees,
Where are you hiding?
Won’t you show me please?
Not the fake,
That slithering snake
Whose eyes my nails
Would like to rake.