Merpeople
written by Louisa S R W
My experience with people of the deep.
Last Updated
05/31/21
Chapters
3
Reads
668
Riddles I make
Chapter 1
“Come seek us where our voices sound,
We cannot sing above the ground,
And while you’re searching, ponder this;
We’ve taken what you’ll surely miss,
An hour long you’ll have to look,
And to recover what we took,
But past an hour – the prospect’s black,
Too late, it’s gone, it won’t come back.”
This was the riddle that you the competitors had to solve. I admit I may have gone overboard when coming up with the whole idea of it. But it is in my name.
We cannot sing above the ground,
And while you’re searching, ponder this;
We’ve taken what you’ll surely miss,
An hour long you’ll have to look,
And to recover what we took,
But past an hour – the prospect’s black,
Too late, it’s gone, it won’t come back.”
This was the riddle that you the competitors had to solve. I admit I may have gone overboard when coming up with the whole idea of it. But it is in my name.
