Contained within waves, forbidden from sand.
Draws power from the elephant twice without hands.
Sings with the lark, ovenbird, and crow
Known equally as imbecile, tyrant and foe.
.
. Four brides to blush beneath a veil of white,
But it seems that I will not be there.
For oh, do I love the city,
As beneath it lies a veil of red.
.
.
At the end of this lies the beginning of youth,
With dangerous, quick, unyielding pursuit.
At the beginning of this lies the end of a shiv
which was sharpened and molded to kill all that live.
Reverse what will live for the first letter in the phrase,
as the next in throne to begin the end of days.
For what lies at the end of an evil man's blade,
but a tattered, broken, and maniacal charade. Open, aching wounds is where it can start, contorted and ill as the deadly man's heart. Twisted and yearning for what once was here,
which was stolen away from him,
year after year.
.
.
Peel away my skin, my flesh, my bone.
Leave me here, dead, screaming alone.
Fear not but nothing, I execute my reign,
Numb to your sorrows, outcries, and pain.
Ah, but where does the joy of a riddle come?
Not from its answer, but from the pondering, from the question in itself.
How I love this dangling process.
Like a pirouette on a string.
Alice...
I...
Carnival, and yet.
Twice drawn. Three birds. Four brides. Singular focus.
I never aimed for a conclusion for an answer. Those things I always expected for others, for those who would like them.
I am merely enjoying the process...
I appreciate the sentiment.
This is an interesting development.
Am I tired? The purple wasn't there before, to my eyes. But I doubt its sudden appearance.
Contained withing waves, forbidden from sand.
Draws power from the elephant twice without hands.
Sings with the lark, ovenbird, and crow
Known equally as imbecile, tyrant and foe.
The early three lines remind me of a whale, and perhaps the fourth could.
The second... Verse, however.
Unless whales love the city, of course.
The riddle reminds me only of lies; I know it is not correct, within my gut.
But they have the ability to sing like the prettiest of birds, when enforced correctly, and they have a mighty power beyond any land mammal. They hide beneath the purest of veils, and their true identity is red as blood.
But nevermind my rambling, I'd love to see where this goes (: ♥
I have accumulated quite a few odd letters, though only relating to the first stanza, and I have my doubts about a few. I think an hour of sleep last night was not enough. -u-
Ah, curiosity, the drive to know the answer is the process, in its own regard. Like chasing a dragonfly. You have no idea what you'd do with it if you caught it.
But the chase.
And I'm sure we've not to worry. It's merely the train of thought. -u-
"You are quite good at leaving our minds unsatisfied, Enigma Scribe. I'm never any good at these... But they do draw me in.
I agree with Celeste here. So many variations of one very certain name.
Contained within wa ve s, forbidden from sand.
Draws power from the e l ephant twice without hands.
Sings with the lark, o venbird, and c row
Known equally as i mbecile, ty rant and foe.
Remove your E's twice and the third is revealed.
It seems the lark lacks his song in this field.
Hahaha!
.
.
Four brides to blush beneath a ve i l of white,
But it seems that I will not be there.
For o h, do I love the city,
As beneath it lies a veil of red.
And the city does lie at the end of all things.
.
.
At the end of this lies the beginning of y outh,
With dangerous, quick, unyielding pursuit.
At the beginning of this lies the end of a shi v
which was sharpened and molded to kill all that live.
Reverse what will liv e for the first letter in the phrase,
as the next in throne to begin the end of days.
For what lies at the end of an evi l man's blade,
but a tattered, broken, and maniacal charade. O pen, aching wounds is where it can start, c ontorted and i ll as the deadly man's heart. T wisted and y earning for what once was here,
which was stolen away from him,
year after year.
The beginning of youth appears to be Y, which as stated, is the end of the name. As the end of a Shiv is the beginning of the name. Clever, dear smith. .
.
Peel away my skin, my flesh, my bone.
Leave me here, dead, screaming alone.
Fear not but nothing, I execute my reign,
Numb to your sorrows, outcries, and pain.
For what other evil could there be, behold, our Zombie lord Velocity.
Entertaining.. I will give you that. Though I find them such a hindrance to the workings of my mind (for sometimes I honestly feel at a loss with these) they do have something to them. Thank you for allowing me to try my thoughts."
And here I thought no one had gotten it right, but you were just waiting till today to reveal the answer!
The drawings all look wonderful. Celeste especially looks gorgeous. But there's no need to do anything for me. I didn't even make a guess! Not one that was my own, anyhow. If it weren't for Celeste's answer, I may have never figured it out.
Hm.
track
Tracking
Huh. 8D
My goal? Ha. c: I hesitate
Ha. c:
I hesitate to answer.
Ah, but where does the joy of
Not from its answer, but from the pondering, from the question in itself.
How I love this dangling process.
Like a pirouette on a string.
Alice...
I...
Carnival, and yet.
Twice drawn. Three birds. Four brides. Singular focus.
And, of course, the macabre.
Sleeplessness clouds the
I never aimed for a conclusion for an answer. Those things I always expected for others, for those who would like them.
I am merely enjoying the process...
I appreciate the sentiment.
This is an interesting development.
Am I tired? The purple wasn't there before, to my eyes. But I doubt its sudden appearance.
The early three lines remind me of a whale, and perhaps the fourth could.
The second... Verse, however.
Unless whales love the city, of course.
Fascinating ♥ The
The riddle reminds me only of lies; I know it is not correct, within my gut.
But they have the ability to sing like the prettiest of birds, when enforced correctly, and they have a mighty power beyond any land mammal. They hide beneath the purest of veils, and their true identity is red as blood.
But nevermind my rambling, I'd love to see where this goes (: ♥
.
"Time."
Draws power from the elephant
"E" bolded twice. Emphasized twice. Present in the word elephant twice...
"W," "v," or "e" if it is still the letters...
And yet still more bolded points...
Ah, what fun. -u-
"Surely not something so
W V E E E R N L O I have
E E
R N
L
O
I have accumulated quite a few odd letters, though only relating to the first stanza, and I have my doubts about a few. I think an hour of sleep last night was not enough. -u-
Ah, curiosity, the drive to know the answer is the process, in its own regard. Like chasing a dragonfly. You have no idea what you'd do with it if you caught it.
But the chase.
And I'm sure we've not to worry. It's merely the train of thought. -u-
Velocity?
Is the music a clue? Or just
"Sings with the lark, ovenbird, and crow"
But crows don't sing. At least, I wouldn't call the sound they make "singing."
I honestly don't know what to make of any of this. I don't even know how to approach it. I'm mainly just interested in seeing the results.
Just so you know I edited my
... ...I've go t a headache
...I've go t a headache now.
I actually don't like riddles... because i am too stupid for them
now tracking this to see the result some time.
I have an idea...but I'll
CelesteLune, ... Now, I swear
... Now, I swear that must be it.
Alice,
You are not "too stupid" for riddles. >|
Kittyo8,
I'm staring at your comment with gleams of delight in my eyes.
Clever, live and evil. -u- Clever to the entire thing.
I am seeing the word
If there's any more to it, I have no idea.
I, too, believe it's
Four brides to blush beneath a veil of white,
But it seems that I will not be there.
For oh, do I love the city
veil-oh-city
"You are quite good at
I agree with Celeste here. So many variations of one very certain name.
Contained within wa ve s, forbidden from sand.
Draws power from the e l ephant twice without hands.
Sings with the lark, o venbird, and c row
Known equally as i mbecile, ty rant and foe.
Remove your E's twice and the third is revealed.
It seems the lark lacks his song in this field.
Hahaha!
.
.
Four brides to blush beneath a ve i l of white,
But it seems that I will not be there.
For o h, do I love the city,
As beneath it lies a veil of red.
And the city does lie at the end of all things.
.
.
At the end of this lies the beginning of y outh,
With dangerous, quick, unyielding pursuit.
At the beginning of this lies the end of a shi v
which was sharpened and molded to kill all that live.
Reverse what will liv e for the first letter in the phrase,
as the next in throne to begin the end of days.
For what lies at the end of an evi l man's blade,
but a tattered, broken, and maniacal charade.
O pen, aching wounds is where it can start,
c ontorted and i ll as the deadly man's heart.
T wisted and y earning for what once was here,
which was stolen away from him,
year after year.
The beginning of youth appears to be Y, which as stated, is the end of the name. As the end of a Shiv is the beginning of the name. Clever, dear smith.
.
.
Peel away my skin, my flesh, my bone.
Leave me here, dead, screaming alone.
Fear not but nothing, I execute my reign,
Numb to your sorrows, outcries, and pain.
For what other evil could there be, behold, our Zombie lord Velocity.
Entertaining.. I will give you that. Though I find them such a hindrance to the workings of my mind (for sometimes I honestly feel at a loss with these) they do have something to them. Thank you for allowing me to try my thoughts."
... that must be it.
that must be it.
... Any more guesses?
Ah, how words may stupefy!
Oh wow! This is lovely;
This is lovely; thank you for the gifts Shimmy (:
Happy Hallowe'en~
Happy Halloween to you too
Happy halloween... and thank
double post.
And here I thought no one had
The drawings all look wonderful. Celeste especially looks gorgeous. But there's no need to do anything for me. I didn't even make a guess! Not one that was my own, anyhow. If it weren't for Celeste's answer, I may have never figured it out.
A belated Happy Halloween to
Thank you very much.
Not merely for the happy wishes, not merely for the gift, but for what you bring by being that which only you can be.
♥