The Riddle poems
by Zenobia




CASSANDRA


In time my name is knowen by all
As the name who predicted Troy would fall
Believed it was not, and her own death she saw
Graceful and mysterious, slinking and long
My movements of dance are, and limited to two lines is my song.





DEMETER


My name the harvest promise does bear
And like yellow wheat is part of the costume I wear
In my past a dark rememberance lies
And that cat's name when disturbances occur is what I cry.








MUNKUSTRAP


My costume carries the colors of the night
The colors ebony and the moon's silvery might
telling you about the others is what i do in my song
And to me the tribe's welfare does belong








BOMBALURINA


Black, red, and fire is my costume's claim to fame
A good time and worldly ways are my game.
Sensual moves and beauty have I
easy it is for me to catch a tom's eye.






MACAVITY


I'm feared by many who just hear my name
In depravity but covered with suavity I live in no shame
Many flee when my name someone will cry
But outwardly respectible am I.






The Riddle poems
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