Day thirteen of NaPoWriMo. Things get a little playful. Today’s prompt is to write a riddle. I thought of something. I don’t think it’s challenging at all.
The one eyed monster just keeps on running.
With uncanny discipline, stays on his path.
Mighty and strong, there is no stopping,
If you still try, it would be a bloodbath.
Some folks see him everyday without fail.
He carries a heavy load on his back.
His journey may seem like an endless sail,
You wonder if he ever hits the sack.
He is close to getting extinct today,
His successors evolved beyond compare.
He’ll be remembered, or survive he may,
Like dragons breathing fire into the air.