Colossus Riddle
COLLOSUS RIDDLE
Watcher of Thebes, your watch has made me want.
I bring you death--Oedipus.
I proclaim,
the very solving of your mysteries.
Now cast yourself to Hades, your beauty fails.
You sphinx; hast not your buxom bared for me
where others suckling fed of hemlock's taste,
but now you must repay each soul you felled.
Die *****.
© RON WILSON AKA Vee Bdosa
the Doylestown Poet
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