My words, a riddle, locked in a past.
I speak of things unseen, a silent plea,
A hidden truth, for you to see.
I sing of patterns, woven fine,
A tapestry of thought, a code divine.
Each phrase, a clue, a cryptic trace,
To unveil the mystery, the hidden space.
I dance with logic, a playful game,
Where meanings shift, and truth's aflame.
I weave a web, of words untold,
A secret whispered, secrets unfold.
So listen close, and ponder well,
The mystery I weave, a hidden spell.
For in my words, a truth lies deep,
A secret knowledge, for you to keep.
But what I speak, remains unclear,
A mystery veiled, year after year.
The answer lies within, a hidden quest,
To solve the puzzle, put to the test.
So delve within, and search your mind,
For what I speak, you'll surely find.
The truth awaits, a hidden prize,
In the mystery of my cryptic guise.