Poem - A Sphinx Tale by Evildif

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A Sphinx Tale
by Evildif

She guards the gates of the old city
Where its long gone inhabitants still roam
Buried underground are its riches
The Sphinx is doomed to protect it, alone.

She lies there in wait
At the cast iron gate
Until unwary people pass by

She comes out of hiding
And scares them away
Forever until one breaks the chain

One tries to enter the city
She leaps in front of the gates
the intruder backs off, and gazes in wonder
The Sphinx sits and patiently waits.

One regains his composure and says 'Let me through!'
'Answer my riddle, or I will attack
Answer me correctly, I let you through
Answer me wrong, or answer me not, you meet your doom.'

So she gave him her riddle
And he sat down and pondered
And the Sphinx looked at him and smiled.

He answered her wrong
It didn't take long
Now he roams with the others of the city.

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