Log In
Riddle
By Woad
A Man rises up
From the Wilderness.
Upon his brow- a clear crescent Moon,
Within his eyes- a fair burning Sun.
He rose alone,
Then finds sudden others,
A member then.
An army terrible to behold,
An army with banners,
An army with swords on the right,
And shields on the left.
Who am I?
Unauthorized Copying Is Prohibited.
Ask the author first.
Copyright 2004 Woad
Published on Wednesday, March 10, 2004.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Comments on "Riddle"
Log in to post comments.
-
On Monday, April 5, 2004, purr_verse
(1052)
wrote:
aahhh... dammit, i'm really unsure. my recurring image is that of the planet Earth; the armies being mankind...but as i said... i have my doubts... Very thought-provoking, to say the least...
-
On Monday, March 15, 2004, nell
(270) wrote:
you are one soon to be dead person;)
-
On Monday, April 5, 2004, Woad
(4) wrote:
::RRRRRRRRng:: Wrong
-
A former member wrote:
I'd guess, but I'm afraid of being wrong. Lovely image, great writing. Liked it a lot! ~Wish Upon A Star
Woad's Latest Works Feed
Join