Riddle your thumbs to the song of the drum, maze host our pleasure tonight.
We pilgrims of puzzle, slaves of the song, forgers of truth from the plight.

Awaken oh labyrinth, mysterious and sweet. Your nectar lends life to our bone.
Tease us in shadow of your ancient halls, or inspire, with a tome.

No solution we seek,

no rest for the weak,

our dance is a trial by fire.

Then with a warm glow, our ashes drift home. Until a new year we retire.

  • Author: Quemis (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 14th, 2016 11:29
  • Comment from author about the poem: Explore it! Life is a puzzle! : )
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Daniel

    I love your use of words and the pictures they paint. This is what poetry is all about, I absolutely loved it!

    • Quemis


      Everything is a puzzle. ; )

    • Augustus

      Help I got lost in the labyrinth.
      Nicely done.

      • Quemis

        Thanks! : )

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