Cyndi’s Riddles and Rhymes XIII
Trinket Hunt
The sissy, Miss Prissy, is hiding so much.
She once handled this crayon with her delicate touch.
Draw me the trinket, the treasure she keeps,
Something to link her to the train track creeps.
It’s up in her room, in that cute little place.
Where she thinks it is safe from our little rat race.
But the time has come for the truth to be spilled.
About van Harkens, and Kathy, and the chyld who was killed.
So spin and whirl and skip and dance,
And show me the memory that gives us a chance,
To unite us toward our common goal
While helping put to rest this tortured soul.
Nick’s Eye’s
The Sluagh hold the delicate balance
Wielding power that can tip the scales.
And from the shadows they decide
Exactly who triumphs and who truly fails.
Beast of ice, blade of fire
The time for battle is soon at hand.
The might of good versus the essence of evil,
Is it time to make our stand?
Penny Wetter
Shifting endlessly, flow of the creek,
Coat this penny, make it shiny and sleek.
Grant the holder a moment of luck
Changing the odds when things really suck.
Satyr Bubble
That hammer looks heavy and rather hard to hold,
As you swing it around so brave and so bold.
Better hold tight, ’cause you just never know
When it will take flight and steal the show.