The Riddle of the Twin Serums
Two silent prizes wait on stone,
Not buried deep, not overthrown.
Per box, one gift of power lies,
For watchful hands and patient eyes.
They rest where builders stake their claim,
Placed by rules within the game.
Upon the rocks they sit in sight,
But not where sands burn gold and bright.
The frozen lands? Now strike them through —
No drifting snow will shelter you.
And striped or shadowed hunters near?
These timid boxes will not appear.
They shun the tiger’s watchful stare,
No panther’s prowl will find them there.
Yet listen close — a final hint:
Where waves collide and waters hint
With crashing song on rugged stone,
There the twin rewards have grown.
One hides more than strength inside,
A written fortune tucked to hide.
Return that note back unto me,
And scrap in millions yours shall be.
So seek the rocks where oceans roar,
And claim the prize — and maybe more.