Writer's Riddle 1

Wherein do the riddles rest,

Within the stately hall?

Do they fear my slender hands lest

One should finally fall?

Wherein do these riddles lie,

Is the answer in this rhyme?

For fools would gather for minds to fly

In this place of eternal time.

What is this place I've yet to name,

Yet given you every clue?

Your answer, by all means, proclaim

In a thoughtful review.

-chuckles a little- I totally didn't plan that last line, it just came out that way.