Cyndi’s Riddles and Rhymes XI
Hard Lessons Augury
I
A mix of stink, a bowl of pries, scents and flavors aswirl.
A lesson to be taught, a secret undone, Kathy’s past begins to unfurl.
Within the great cloth a chyld, tries to pretend that she can hide.
Without her key, the door remains closed, locked by her own foolish pride.
The first step is the box and the secret it holds, so big and juicy and sweet.
The horror and fear, when she finds it missing, such a deliciously tasty treat.
The shadow violates the purity, of her stately princess’ tower.
Then grasps the prize with a wicked smile, and plucks it like a flower.
These roots run deep, the memory is strong, this thread begins to quiver.
A message, an omen, a shard finds Kathy and suddenly makes her shiver.
A hasty retreat with just enough time for a name on a nearby post.
When Kathy sees it, jaw dropping open, she’ll turn as white as a ghost.
II
The next trick, the tough one, to make her confess.
To reduce her to a blithering, blubbering, bawling mess.
What better place, than the tree, to bring her to tears.
Where another so recently shed them, for one she loved so dear.
As the great portal opens and we cross the threshold,
That song echoes with sorrow…dark, eerie and cold.
A knot forms in her throat the size of my head.
To the throne, we follow her eyes filled with dread.
Kathy charges the throne and snatches her treasure.
I can’t help but feel a deep, profound pleasure,
As she turns and sees the armored messengers of fear,
Each with a sign that reads, “van Harkens was here.”
III
The tragic final scene, from which legends are written,
Where vengeance rules, and those deserving are smitten.
They say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned,
And any man who crosses her had better be warned.
A long time coming, the shadow’s been waiting,
Teasing and testing, learning, listening and baiting.
The lesson to be learned is aimed at the royalty.
They treat us like slaves and expect our loyalty.
We’ll lose this war, and we’ll lose it fast,
If we soon don’t get our head out of our ass.
So the shadow has chosen to lay the mighty low,
In the hopes that they’ll understand, and grow.
But the storm is approaching, the darkness at hand.
Divided we’ll fall, evil swallowing this land.
But the robin’s song will echo, re-igniting the flame,
And tipping the scales for us to win this game.
No fears, no doubts, no secrets, no lies.
Just trust, and truth, and harsh battle cries,
To lead us all to the glorious morn,
Of a powerful kingdom, newly reborn.