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A Duel of Wit, part 2

Here is the rest of last week’s poem from K. It’s fantastically clever, in my opinion. Moving too. However, I seem to be missing a page. There is mention of three riddles but this only covers the last two. And “the gentleman retorted” to something but we’ll never know exactly what. Still, I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. Love and light. ❤

N.

And the gentleman retorted “I have come to wage a duel,
To confirm that my intelligence is far above a fool.”

“Now I’m sure I heard you wrongly – thou has voyaged here in vain,
To engage thy wits in combat just to classify your brain?”

“Thou may mock my motivation, but I’m known throughout the land
For the genius that I govern and the quickness I command.

Does thou fancy thee deserving of the challenge I propose?”
“Very well, my bold opponent – I accept it, I suppose.”

“Oh how wonderful!” he rallied through the rapture in his voice,
“Thou has granted me a purpose by the nature of thy choice.”

“I’m contented to oblige you, but I’m sure that you will see,
I am truly not the intellect you hold me here to be…”

“Let us start!”, he said, “But start at what? – You’ve yet to choose a game
That will prove the greater aptitude upon the victor’s name.”

“Very well,” the man responded, “as it follows we shall play:
I will ask of you these riddles to embark us on our way.”

“Please commence with thy enigmas – I will truly try to win.”
“Listen carefully, my rival – let the duel of wit begin.

‘Three informants, clad in black – running forward, never back;
All unknowing where they’re going – simply following the track.

One is thinner than the others, he is young and fast of pace –
Clearly swifter than his brothers in this never-ending race.

Then the runner in the middle, standing tallest of the three,
Is the second of the triplet that we always seem to see.

For the one of most attention is the shortest and the last –
Tells most slowly in the mention of the moments that have passed.

Always going, always there – they, the victims of our stare;
These familiar friends of time and space that keep us in their care.'”

With that rhythmical advancement of the colored man’s design,
He asked of his opponent, “Give your answer or resign!”

“Thou art truly apt and skillful in the puzzles you invent!
But I fancy me familiar with the riddle you present.

Yes, I guess of thee the mystery you read to me in rhyme,
That the answer can and only be the triple hands of Time!”

Now, enraged by his continual decipher of the maze,
Twas forced of him his last of strength to camouflage his rage.

“Does thou think of thee so clever that can scoff at what I ask?!
Well, I challenge thy discernment with this third and final task! –

‘Tis a thing of great importance when its features are not known,
Yet a thing of little interest when the face of it is shown!'”

His breath was short and labored as he spoke the final line,
Then he leaned a little forward and awaited a decline.

But a moment past the brief and blunt recital he had made,
The opponent now responded with a logic he relayed:

“Such a transient accretion to the two achieved before.
Though no lesser of confusion that the prior pair had wore!

The solution, I imagine, is unlike the common lot –
‘Tis a thing of great importance when you know its features not…’

Not an answer of the riddles in the books upon my shelf –
Why the answer to your riddle is a Riddle in itself!”

Bloomed a sudden realization that occurred upon the two:
One aware of his achievement, while the other sank in rue.

The aggressor fell in failure, on the ground upon his knees –
“Dear sir, from whence thy wisdom comes, I’m forced to question, please…”

And the winner, only humbled by the victory achieved,
Looked upon his fallen partner whose disdain had taken leave.

“Through the toils of our endeavors hide the wonders of the land.
These astonishments reveal themselves to those who understand

That the greatest revelations will be shown to an elite:
Those who welcome comprehension and dispose of their conceit.

Walk in modesty of knowledge and the wisdom will appear;
Go ye softly through the clamor and the music you shall hear.”

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