I'm glad you have such a lofty intellect. I would imagine then that you are able to read the "important: Read before posting" message in the top left corner of the forum board.
Icicle.
By enemy forged in fiery hearth.
Across deep water a jewel’s true course,
One virgin clapping sealing doom,
Her golden rings borne too soon.
Beauty yoked upon a scaffold
From waist to lip defiled, rattled.
All who saw her gasped in horror.
“She must live!” each witness swore.
She opens doors for stately kings
Alas, she cannot bear her rings.
Shield and stone, two against one,
The temple’s crown—God’s will be done.
Shaft and feather, staff of peace,
Weapons of war state the case.
All behind the first among
Four corners bearing only one.
No apologies. I knew it was easy, but I'm not writing these solely for brainden. I have quite a number of easier ones I've compiled that I'll slip in now and then; I just like this one and thought some of the younger, less experienced members here would enjoy it (maybe you should apologise to them! LOL!
Cheers.
PS: Your own riddle has me spinning, but that's good thing. I'm avoiding the spoilers cause I really want to peg it without help. Unfortunately that's beginning to seem like a lost cause!
House of holy in my hands,
Eyes divine across the land,
Lying to my God of Light,
A killer called, I bear no spite.
Warding graves stacked on high,
Once wounded, buried, still I lie.
Mickey, everything in this riddle is a metaphor. The "airy horse" is a related metaphor, as is the "town" and "crossing the bridge." I recommend you list some key words like:
smithy
watercourse (?)
mounting cowboy
message
and think about them for awhile. I'm sure it'll come to you . . . or somebody?
LOL! Good questions. What is happening? Where is this event taking place? The message has not gotten to "you" yet, though it was delivered to "town" on an "airy" horse. The smith does not "read" the message, but he is involved with passing it along to where the cowboy mounts . . . and eventually to you!
Better I think, less misleading.
The pressures on, the news is near,
The message comes, it’s almost here.
‘Cross bridge, then ‘long a watercourse
The message came on airy horse.
An unseen drum thumps a beat
And soon the message you will greet.
Busy Smith then plies his trade
Where cowboys mount . . .
It’s on its way!
This one's dying a slow death
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The pressures on, the news is hot,
The message comes, it doesn’t stop.
‘Cross bridge and ‘long a watercourse
The message comes on airy horse.
A savage signal thumps a beat
That soon the message you will get!
Sooty Smith plies his trade
To where a cowboy mounts . . .
It’s on its way!