Game of Thrones has finally come to an end. But not everyone is happy how the show did so. I have been die hard fan of the books and show for years. Despite its faults, I still enjoyed watching the final season of GoT, but I would have ended it differently. Ending a story requires... Continue Reading →
Cinders swim In the summer breezeLike gold coinsThrough my fingers. SmokeBeckons with silver plumes.I follow. Its scent is strongWith oak and cherry,And kisses my lipsHello, goodbye.I follow. All aroundThe wreckage playsA symphonyOf crackles and snaps.And the timber singsA friend's sweet elegy.I follow. The world glowsWithin the hot embraceOf orange and scarlet.I surrender. Flames enclose me.All... Continue Reading →
You all are incredible at riddles. Enough of you have figured out the second riddle so I will post the third riddle now. The second tin is in Stockholm, a city known for its canals and islands. Begin in Humlegarden, which has green leaves, and is also home to the Royal Library whose books have... Continue Reading →
The night smothered the bruised, black skies, And a foul wind began to rise By the devil’s wills, beyond the hills, Where all the world’s evil lies. The night swam through the rivers deep, Towards a town with no gates, no keep, Where fate had led us to the dead, Who lay in a cold,... Continue Reading →
Since multiple people have gotten the first riddle to The Global Treasure Hunt, I will release the second riddle. But first let me explain where the first Tin was buried. The first riddle refers to a great, watchful eye and an hourly chime, which many of you correctly assumed to be the London Eye and... Continue Reading →
Since then, the air tastes Of mince pies And mulled wine. Winter snow, Skin white, Tickles my nose With a faint, floral perfume. Since then, the sky glows A glossy rouge, and the streets Curve like a woman’s thighs. The sparrows sing In girlish trills, and the doves Talk in a lover’s whisper. Since then,... Continue Reading →
Your touch Lights a flame Whose drunken tongue Slides across my chest, Whose feverish hands Grasp me In a hot embrace. You ask me Why I'm silent. But your words Are half-deafened By the crackle of fire In my veins. I feel it Smolder in my skin And stifle My breath. You gaze down With... Continue Reading →
Tulips spring From the morbid earth, Their leaves fleshy and green. One by one, Their petals splay, Tender to smell And to touch. And all the while The sun rises On weepy skies And wind-choked streets. Brown and decrepit, The grass lies low, As bulbs beyond count Slumber in ground below. Alone, The tulips stand... Continue Reading →
A porcelain face lives On the ceiling above my bed. When I lie back, I see Its blue gaze Stained into the sheetrock, And I wait And wonder when The stare will stop. Soon I fall asleep To the caress Of its breath on my brow, And fingers, I imagine, Trace paths through my hair... Continue Reading →
