Guess what this fourth riddle it!


Guess What It Is? Four

Make opinions that you may
Convey to us another day
But for the moment let me say
This is a game that we all play

Subtle beauty that allure
Something sweet and something pure
Better than you ever were
And yet a poison with no cure

It's a lion with no roar
Creeps and takes you to the floor
Or be a game of tug-o-war
In a tiny room that has no door

Warms your soul with gentle light
Makes your coldest winter night
You ignore it, though I plight
This magic thing can sting with might

It can spark and it can glow
It can dwindle, it can grow
Withstand deserts and the snow
What it is, you'll never know



Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2006-12-25 at 19:35

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