

SunsetFeverish before death,Sunset
she sinks softly in slumber
through the bed of trees
Drifting away,
her life slowly ebbing
Descending into
the quiet peace of night
Only now in her final moments,
is her beauty recognized
A shining beacon
of ruby red radiance
Her life extinguished forever
Till its forgotten by all,
only a memory.


Another Riddle PoemThe stippled skin stretched taut across a slimy mass Holding the million parallel strands inside I gaze down at its lovely face Like a cheery sun with tiny, nubby ears Its tart replies energetic and vivid Its unique refreshing scent is bitter and shocking The neon color makes it my own personal beacon of happiness How could this extravagant food be disliked by so many?Another Riddle Poem


Riddle PoemWe travel as one One group, one mass, one body Down narrow passages,Riddle Poem
winding corridors, and cavernous hallways Our movements like a steady drum
We pour into a vast, empty brick-red room Collecting all the supplies we can carry Filling ourselves up We dont feel empty while holding this, this thing thats as light as air and just as fresh
Im torn from my group and pulled through a blood red tunnel The comforting warmth of the others,
bouncing against me, presses me onwards I fall into their movements, until Im just another
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