Mysteries Poem Novels & Stories

me, has spied I move away, from where I hide, Shhhhhh be quiet, My legs are heavy, I slowly stepped, you escorted, up I crept tears I wish, that I had wept, I move my hand, away are swept, no way for me to leave, get out, they'd never hear me scream & shout trudging on with wary doubt, I bite my lip, I moan & pout, in every step, as I grow brave, climbing up, a darkened grave, with every step, my soul to save, Very dramatic poet, emmmm thanks, read on, I reach the top in my suspense, ahead I say, in my defense, sorry if you're feeling tense, It's alright, I open up the door ahead, filling me & you with dread, dragging knuckles, telluric bed, I look, in horror, shrilling, ....shrieking a glow

I look at her, pitiful as I ask, “Well, then! What do you suggest, Misty?” Her eyes lit up and seems like the finally meet the heaven for the first time, she said dreamly, “There's a place I know that is backing with mystery of the moon. Haven't you like it, young lady, the mystery?” “Mystery!” I said in excitement. “So tell me, Misty! What's more are there to expect? How can you know I'll enjoy the stay there?” I expectantly look at her, and she seems contented upon it.

I feel like there is an answer in here that I have long asking for. I can't possibly take the risk of not looking into it since who knows this might disappear all of. a sudden. Just like how it appeared with even making any hint. Everything that comes always goes. There is no use of regretting it in the end of the day… What happened will never be brought back. “A world full of mysteries, some spend their lives to gain thee. What waits for them is clarity, not a speck of eternity” I read that riddle though I am not sure of what it really means.

In an instant, the broken door greet me with deep mystery, as if it deserve to be broken in any way? “What I'm even thinking?”

He sat feeling uncomfortable, he wondered what Sarah was up to. "Ryan, Incase I die, do not weep by my grave." "How...like what do you mean?" He looked at her perplexed. "Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight.

Only gloom, bourdom and imtinesssiround it, nothing is in frond of him, and nothing behind, only fleshlesh snakes bellow him and in endless darkness above him, the only barrier from being eaten bellow is water, that seems soft to tach bat solid to stand on it, with its some waives here and there that can produce morelight than the usual brightness of the lake or osian with some sound , it becomes this silhought only way and companion in this lonleness. Until a stone thrown hit my face, an old and huge thrown, yet simple, nothing expansive in it, my blank eyes keep staring at it for a long time because my mind still can’t register it, my hole being are numb, my fogy soul could not be felt, m

But in the end she just destroyed her own life which should have been going beautifully. -00- Aiden is still trying to solve the riddle hidden behind William Shakespeare's legendary poem, which is quite famous. Fear No More, those words that Aiden kept repeating in his brain until his brain felt so hot and dizzy. He didn't think he could think of anything other than that they had to go to London to see what Jacob had left there. The puzzles they got this time seemed to be different from the puzzles that Calistha had previously.

I had been pushed and pulled in every direction since entering Castle Mist, and I would not let that thing in Abel’s skin rattle me further. ‘I don’t think we should touch it just yet.’ I replied, gnawing on my lower lip as I studied the bulls on the wall. ‘These bulls, they have something to do with the poem, I know it. It’s all connected, but how?’ ‘Your guess is as good as mine.’ Rayna frowned, ‘I’ve never been good with poetry.' 'That make’s two of us.’ I grunted, thinking back to my Junior year of High school.

"I am a vessel of secrets, with no words to speak, a realm of wonders, treasures unique. From the depths I rise, towards the sun's glow, can you unravel the mysteries I bestow?" Marine furrows her brows, deep in contemplation. Secrets have never been her forte, but perhaps that's the very essence of this riddle. She delves into her thoughts, searching for an object that holds secrets and carries a sense of mystery. The answer dawns on her, and a radiant smile lights up her face as she signs her response with confidence. "The mysterious and captivating seashell."

I observe, a cold knot forming in the pit of my stomach. His laughter rings out like a sinister melody. "Indeed not," he admits, leaning in closer. "But you'll find out soon enough." With a flourish, he steps back, the gleaming object poised menacingly in his grasp. "I shall repeat the riddle for all to hear. Choose your answer wisely," " I am the bridge between two souls, In me, secrets find their goals. I hold the weight of hopes and fears, Yet fragile, I can shatter tears.