Shakeepuddn

Dancer, can you be more specific?

I’m the place where wizards dwell, Wicked lair, buried hell. I walk with you forever unseen Though near at hand and feared in dream. One of three with tooth and claw, Three make one and one for all. Myth to some, to others true, I am one made up of two.

Yes Indeedy, gager! Not too hard but fun to write. Good work!

Sir Digby Stout’s archeology team Unearthed a find, a scientists dream! Buried beneath the harsh sands of time . . . A temple like Khufu, sealed and sublime! They found the entrance located at base And tunneled their way to a wide open space. Upon the floor and stored within vats Was the dust of wheat and the remnants of chaff. “Certainly here at the level of ground, Were stores for the slaves!” Digby uttered profound. They made their way to the next lofty level And in their new find all the team quickly reveled. Gems a-plenty filled up half of the room, Fruits of their labor lighting up in the gloom. Apple red rubies and garnets like grapes Left Digby’s team stunned, mouths all agape! But that is not all, for in the other half lay, Tributes to harvest in gold-leafed display! After filling their packs the team climbed again, But the next floor was horror, causing fear in the men! The stench of rot tainted the air And strewn in the room, bones here and there. Ghastly and ghoulish this level they left, Of milky white bones and the stale smell of death! At last the team managed their way to the top, A curious room where time seemed to stop, With vials of oil for anointing a king, And sweet smelling perfumes to make the birds sing. A sarcophagus too, inscribed with the name Of the temple it seems, can you guess the same?

I gotta give it to Plasmid, but Grayven with back up. Good job. .

Nope. Keep trying.

nah. Where is he? What's happening? What's the "act?"

Sorry, should have specified . . . what happens in Mr. E's act?

Hurry! Hurry! Right this way! See the greatest show today! The death defying Mr. E. Across high-wire, come and see! Under clear or cloudy sky, Breath is held so E. won’t die! Hurry! Hurry! The latest craze! Soon the rope is lit ablaze! Now’s the time for all to see The death defying Mr. E.!

Plasmid torches it!

Minor Rewrite for Style: Smoke is rising near at hand! A blaze is burning 'cross the land! Above the canyon, look below, The heath on fire, see it glow! A heavy wind now feeds the flame, The tender leaves are all to blame. From root to tip, once evergreen This firetrap commands esteem.

Are we looking for a two word answer?

Smoke is rising near at hand! A blaze is burning cross the land! Above the canyon, eye looks below, The heath on fire, see it glow! A heavy wind now feeds the flame But tender leaves are all to blame. From root to tip, once evergreen The firetrap commands esteem.

Wow, Thanks for the accolades, I'm flattered. You're on the way as this is a well-written riddle.

Darn, really liked that one

Gyvven, you are hot stuff. Eleven minutes . . . Almost less time to solve than it took to write. THAT irks me (though you hold high standing in riddlemastery). Nyadda-ha-ha-ha . . . Nyadda-ha-ha-ha! Yada-hada-ha! Outstanding!

Someone’s knocking at the door, No one’s home so rap some more. Pounding on the door next day: To open door, the only way. Door is opened, go within; Knock on walls, we begin. Tenants gripe and hide away, The house is ours, now we stay. Make the bed, make it soft, Nothing better than a loft. Lay the baby down to sleep, Under cover not a peep. Sun shines in through the door, Baby’s time to knock some more.

Being a Materialist, I have to award this one to Sengupta

Nope

My bad. Dyslexia was wrong term. Just not using my noggin. Here's a rewrite: An ambidextrous twin I am My brother near, hand-in-hand. From wild stem my blossoms grew Until myself I finally knew. The good is right in front, you see All that’s left is right with me. Pain or pleasure I afford, But I feel nothing by the sword.

No to all so far. Good answers though.

A dyslexic twin is what I am My brother near, hand-in-hand. From wild stem my blossoms grew Until myself I finally knew. The good is right in front, you see All that’s left is right with me. Pain or pleasure I afford, But I feel nothing by the sword.