Sphinx Poem by R K Summers

“Which creature in the morning goes on four feet, at noon on two, and in the evening upon three? ”

Part lion.
Part falcon.
All woman.

Solve my riddle and I’ll let you live.
Fail me and you’ll die.
Simple as that.
But those knuckle-headed idiots
Seemed to think it was all a game.
Life isn’t a game.
Yet they kept trying to solve my puzzle.
And yet they kept failing me.
Fools.

I gave them the option to walk away
If they thought it was too difficult.
But no, they thought they’d be clever.
Turns out they weren’t so clever after all.

Thebes isn’t nice this time of year anyway.
Better to stay on that side of the road
Than to cross me and get killed.

But look, here comes another one.
He’s brought a sword too.
Bless him
He thinks he can kill me with that toothpick?
Bring it on, jackass.





Damn, he got the answer right...