Sphinxes (Photo credit: schmaeche)
Sitting all alone
on a forgotten throne
of desert debris and spoiled human meat
No greedy follower to worship
nor sacrifices to hold
You ate more than your fill
and enslaved the needy
You’re dead now
but left behind is
a feminine mind
designed in golden feathers and mane
sporting only the heart of a wench
who lives only to gain
to watch over your gold
that you will never use and never hold
The sun eats away its desolate skin
The darkness hides its ancient scowl
No more riddles to be heard
No more answers to be skeered.
Left to remind generations to come
what once was strong powerful
will fall to the ground
and die in vain
for evil has not won
and all will be undone.
Poet's Corner 