Our king so royal,
Our kind divine!
Yet he does not deserve a shrine.
For he is a theif,
He is a liar.
He will set your flesh on
Fire.
But this fiery tyrannt is not to blame,
For since the day that you first came,
He has given you love,
He has given you life.
He has given everything,
Including your
Strife.
You must learn to keep your senses
And be aware of the consequences.
Of pearing into his fiery glare.
That of comfort and peace
You are left
Bare.
Answer:
I thought this one was easy as well. Imagine a place that is hot as heck and you can hardly breath with the humidity. As you read the poem again you'll probably guess the answer (The Sun).
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Riddles of The Mind
PoetryThese are a series of poems I've written for a class I took. I figured I would share them here to get feedback but also for your enjoyment. Happy reading!
