“Three riddles… one throne… Fail, and the halls will swallow you whole. Think fast… think sharp… Or think at your own peril.” King’s glare like daggers, crown sharp as steel, He throws riddles like bullets, see if your mind can feel. First one’s a trap, second one’s a snare, Third’s a killer punchline, better come prepared. I step in the hall, heart poundin’ in sync, Every eye on me, every thought on the brink. I spit the answers like fire, rhyme slicing like knives, Every word a bullet, every verse ignites lives. *Riddle king, face your mind’s own blade,* *Solve the game, don’t let it fade.* *Brains over brawn, heart over might,* *One wrong move, you lose the fight!* Second riddle hits, the court holds its breath, Twistin’ logic, shakin’ fate, flirtin’ with death. I dodge their traps, I spit the facts, it’s tactical, Each syllable a strike, my wit’s magical. King sweats, can’t step up, his pride on the floor, I dance around danger, leave him beggin’ for more. Third riddle’s a beast, twisted mind-goblin, I slay it with words, no fear, no sobbin’. *Riddle king, face your mind’s own blade,* *Solve the game, don’t let it fade.* *Brains over brawn, heart over might,* *One wrong move, you lose the fight!* Three riddles, three doors, three paths to the crown, The clever rise, the foolish fall down. Each answer a key, a spark, a flame, In the shadowed halls, I carve my name. Last riddle drops, tension spikes like knives, I spit the final line, cut through all lies. King bows silent, crown slides my way, Truth wins the day, night turns to day. *Riddle king, face your mind’s own blade,* *Solve the game, don’t let it fade.* *Brains over brawn, heart over might,* *One wrong move, you lose the fight!* “The riddles end… The clever survive… And the halls whisper… Their secrets to the wise.”
