Mysteries Poem Novels & Stories

He wipes his face with a spare hanky. Why can’t he find it? He pulled out his phone from his pocket. He searches about it then. There had to be something. But what’s he gonna search. Mystery girl? Demon? There must be an ancient name for her. Or there isn’t. He was exhausted already. He ruffled his head, if he didn’t get anything, Dixon would end up killing him. He strolled down his phone. Ancient mystery girl. History search. He hunkered down. Since he was tired of standing.

Now she turn to me and begins with a melodic rhythm: ‘Born in fire, but I’m not hot, I can be written, yet I’m not a jot. I’m a secret revealed through ancient art, Unlocking the mysteries hidden in a heart. What am I?’

This was a poem - a rather well known one. "Beneath the veils of shadows, a truth concealed does hide, But tread with caution, seeker, for peril doth abide. A labyrinth of riddles, a maze of twisted lore, In whispers of the darkest night, the answer lies in store," the letter continued, its words seemingly pleading for salvation from an unknown adversary and rescue from a labyrinth where they had ventured or something like that. But that part could be ignored because it was mainly just a part of the poem. Probably whoever sent this must have been apprehensive of someone coming into possession of it and harming them due to the letter.

Let the chaos of the night sweeten sin with a patchouli-embracing smell no dandier than a whispering ruba’i. Nobody has got this matter straight— Life... oh it’s the magical mystery kind! In the desert I could die loving the sand, the voice that touches the voiceless in every particle of dust, composed and collected, like the Eternal Painter. Where we come from and where we got to The Master of Fate wraps myths with the moon's squeaky hush, and sound to sound the rains of Iran shower

[ Under the moon's age-old gaze, In an era where myths and mortals merge, Two wolves roamed the shadowed lands, Crafted by the moon's own hand. ] These lines resonated in my mind, sending a wave of realization through me. This was a crucial discovery, the first real clue from the necklace's mysterious song.

Then I notice Mick is looking at me. "What happened?" I don't know why I sound so cold. "So, you started writing." He smiles and I shake my head a bit. "Yeah..." I prefer to answer shortly. "May I hear it?" He wishes to listen to it through my voice so I nod. After adjusting my reading glass, I recite it once: ~~~~~ In the midst of the quiet night's embrace, I find myself in a tangled maze, A truth unveiled, a world undone, In shadows cast by the fateful sun.

Sixteen thousand feet in the air, Jimmy Davis felt the physical world fizzle away as all his thoughts sequenced on Esquibel's mirror-picture poem, which was exposed through the lid of the box. McEwan quickly found some paper and copied it down longhand. When she was done, the three of them took turns looking through the text. It was like some kind of archeological crossword… A riddle that promised to reveal how to open the cryptex. Jimmy read the verse slowly. Before he could even consider what ancient password the verse was trying to reveal, he felt something far more essential resonate within him - the meter of the poem.

I went ahead to kiss her forehead and wished her a good night rest before getting back into my car. When I got home,I couldn't cook any meal cos I was so famished and can't bring myself to cooking dinner. I ordered for pizza and ate it with beer. I had a shower later then watched news for a while before going to bed. I couldn't sleep and was imagining what it was gonna be like to have Linda on my bed cuddling. With that,I stood up and took my coat ;the one I wore to work today, wrapped it after inhaling her scent, placed it beside me on the bed and cuddled it as if it were Linda. Before I knew it,I was already dozing off."Strange things love can do to a man"I thought sleeping.

I look everywhere but no one is there except, me in the pool. “Amelia must be in the shower,” I murmur panicked leaving the waters and walking towards the changing room. What was that? Was I hallucinating? My whole body shivered as I turned on the shower to cold so that I, can feel calm. The words in the note repeat in my head like a loop trying to interpret what they could mean. “The flower spread the poison,” I murmur. Something, so beautiful yet deceptive enough to kill you. Is, that, what it meant? But that’s what poems are, they could have a different meaning to different people.

The poem is deep but very beautiful to his ears especially as she read it out majestically. "Read more please." He dropped a kiss on her left cheek again, making her go beet red as she thank the God immensely for the dark room. "Do you notice me? All wrapped up. Do you see? How I hide away from this world. Worshipping my Lord, key. Will you underpin? My great mystery. Will you search for my beauty within? Hidden deep deep in this curtain. But you can't see. You become anxious and uncertain! Left to wonder.