Cyndi’s Riddles and Rhymes XIV
Blood Wound
Mark of the beast, carved in red
Red as a wagon, my blood was shed
Our eyes have met, and I still live
But next time the wounds are mine to give
The blood you spilled, against you will turn
And grant me the luck I painfully earned
Dancing Blade
Dragon of ice, isn’t that nice
Gleaming so bright, in the setting sun’s light
So hard to see, just where he be
And looking away, makes you easy prey
Careful don’t trip, wouldn’t want you to slip
You really can’t afford, to drop your sword
Going down with a thud, your face in the mud
Will you gain your feat, before you’re dragon meat?
Shade Defense
Your weapon is useless when the shadows draw near
The metal, the wood, all parts quake in fear
Your control is lost, it suddenly goes wild
Whenever brought near a Sluagh chyld!
A-Hiding
They’re trying to find me
I’ve given them a fright
If they should find me
I’ll give them a fight!
Embrace the shadows
The color of night
Help me swiftly
To vanish from sight.