Hmmn... what to name it...

Well, the next riddle is written. It'll be several weeks before the guys can see it, but here tis anyway :) *grins* I was sitting in church today, and all of a sudden, the fourth dungeon came to me... yes... I can't keep up with them! The puzzles come too fast for me to write them all down! *grins* Mmn... the guys complained that the last one was too vague. So I hope this one's more obvious to any who know Faerun. Take care! Enjoy.

Verdant woods, their heady odours sigh,
Bound by liquid light and vap'rous waves,
Centred 'round a home for scamps and knaves,
Is the land where jagged peaks step high.

Boundless force will harken from the planes,
And centuries will crumble in its grasp,
High magic 'round about them as a clasp,
Six wishes failed, and sand; all that remains.

Where icy waters mix, find highest ground,
From safety, take a step between the teeth,
The waters part to show a way beneath,
Then closing, seal the path on which you're bound.

The guardian, once won, will grant the way,
And though the gullet beckons, stay behind,
Allow this lilting rhythm to remind,
For those that dwell here fear the light of day.

The thing you seek lies plainly past the door,
So find your nerve as tunnels sway and twist,
Its keeper hungers for this fated tryst,
One little bite, and pain is felt no more.

Dreaming of screaming...

...someone kicked me out of my mind. *smiles* Does it ever seem like you're on the outside? Seeing something you can never touch. Watching, and knowing that no one sees you, or even knows you're there. A song seems to be plaguing me lately... *goes to find the lyrics*

Love will abide, take things in stride
Sounds like good advice but there's no one at my side
And time washes clean love's wounds unseen
That's what someone told me but I don't know what it means.

Cause I've done everything I know to try and make you mine
And I think I'm gonna love you for a long long time

Caught in my fears
Blinking back the tears
I can't say you hurt me when you never let me near
And I never drew one response from you
All the while you fell all over girls you never knew
Cause I've done everything I know to try and make you mine
And I think it's gonna hurt me for a long long time

Wait for the day
You'll go away
Knowing that you warned me of the price I'd have to pay
And life's full of flaws
Who knows the cause?
Living in the memory of a love that never was
Cause I've done everything I know to try and change your mind
and I think I'm gonna miss you for a long long time
Cause I've done everything I know to try and make you mine
And I think I'm gonna love you for a long long time.

*reminds himself it's in God's hands and goes off to bed*

The Ice Keep

I don't know if any of you know, but I've begun mastering a game of Dungeons and Dragons for a small group. Anyhow, I'm big on puzzles, brain benders, and ways to tweak and tease those poor creatures who dare to show up on a bi-weekly basis *grins* My brother has requested that I post the riddle I composed for one of the adventures, and I think it'll be a good way to keep this blog alive... adding in the fantastic to my *coughs* quite mundane and average, every-day musings. *wonders how many of you have read the last post, since he only published it a couple minutes ago* Anyhow! Here's the riddle. I can't explain, or tell you the answer to it because I don't want the players to know the answer, so if you want to know, either show up for the game, or email me. Take care all. GB

Ye who with sturdy backbone doth t'spire,
And seek the kindling of fair Toril's fire,
Away! Swift climb the broken fangéd rook,
And chance grant what the ghostly filcher took.

Start at the nest of rocks and make ascent,
Hug shadows where the sun and moon are spent,
Then fall into the blue to reach it's top,
To find the water's edge where snowflakes stop.

Only this small warning give I thee,
Beware the eye that seeks again to see,
It's sphere turned red by tears born forth from hate,
Resist it's luring gaze or share it's fate.

"To my friends: My work is done. Why wait?"

I wonder if George Eastman found what he wanted. These past few weeks, I've been composing a suicide note. ...no, not for myself. *smiles gently* A note for culture, for civilization... for civility as a whole. If it had the chance to pass gracefully from us, instead of this slow, lingering death it now endures, what would it say? If common sense, familial affection, or honour had had voice before their demise, would they have voiced a complaint? Would they have summoned their last strength to protest the injustice forced upon them through the calloused nature of this self-satisfied world? Or being too full of sense, gentleness, and honour... would they have realized that no one would hear them anyway, and that it would be better just to save themselves the mockery and derision that a final instruction would garner? I'm not so sure, and in any case, it's a topic that's not generally discussed. (ergo, it should be, since it's not cliched yet :)
It would start with an expression of emptyness. Written simply, no long words, and no bribe attempts or blubbering. It would also be calm, written in a way that showed that they knew how final, and inevitable this step would be. No appology would be made, but also no accusation laid for the shameful way they'd been treated in life. Finished with a final expression of care, that those who remain might make a good way for themselves, and even possibly remember them fondly from time to time. Then with the last penstroke, allow the wind to blow away the last remnants of their already frail features. Ah yes, a fitting death for invaluable virtues. May they find peace at long last.