Famer's Story-Writing Debate Tournament Round #1 DakotaKrafick VS Logic_on_rails

Well unfortunately Dakota forfeited, and I hadn’t quite planned a continuation in the slightest. Nevertheless, this story debate is still absolutely up for contention – make no mistake about that!-------------------------------“Young man, where be your wit?”“Where be your riddle Lenny?”“Jumping the gun? Soon you’ll be in a such a fit!”“Come now, I am plenty ready.”“What be so undeniably yours, and yet be used so callously by others by your permission? What be said upon your death by friends and family? What do I speak of?” The young man thought for a moment upon the question.“You ask a good question. What is said upon a death? Virtues of a man. What is said in passing to friends? Experiences and camaraderie. But wait a moment! Camaraderie can be perceived as virtue. Camaraderie it is!”“Your mind be slyYour mind be inventiveYet we say goodbyeFor wrong you are and plenty inattentive”“What? But my link...”“...was abstract and frail. The answer was your name.” And so it was that they were now 4, and Lenny pitched another riddle.“Rain does itWe do it in the face of faceTime moves slower than it by a bitAnd we dare not do it in our race,To the future... What do I speak of?”The middle-aged, dour, bookish looking woman sat quietly, focusing and contemplating her answer. All the while the sand fell, and the minute was near passing. Finally, she answered.“You speak of a fall.”“A fall? Another mind who misses the forest for the trees;How you miss the answer on the wall?”“Then do enlighten me,For rain falls, we dare not fall in our lives in the face of peril, we may fall in the face of fire and...”“Time does not fall. The answer was run. Rain can run, we run from fire, time does move slower than a run, and we dare not rush to our future grave. You are wrong.” And then there were 3.“Only 2 contestants left! The lady who chided me yesterday and you Gerardier. Think it will be the 2 of us duelling it out for the 5th year in a row? Let’s make it so! Need I remind you both that we can now reply with a question to those who asked us?” Gerardier shook his head, and the lady smiled. I’m getting rid of that pesky smile.“My lady, a second riddle for you.”“Good. Do have your guile this time?”“I most certainly do.Now, here be your rhyme:It goes by many names,It stops crime forevermoreIt never shirks it’s true claimIt never...”“Perchance you speak of death Lenny?” cut in the woman. Lenny looked dumbstruck – she answered my riddle before it was even finished!“You are correct,” he said begrudgingly. The lady smiled, as if in gracious acceptance of the praise.“Gerardier, your riddle:Tears of the heavens;A king’s subjects acquiesce;The gallop of the wild tamed;To bestow in great droves...What do I speak of?”Gerardier pondered, the very image of a wisened elder statesman. Quickly he came to his answer.“’Rain’ , in all it’s meanings. Rain, reign, rein. May I ask my riddle?” The lady nodded. Perhaps this could be an amusing 3 way fight.Gerardier loosed a riddle at Lenny the fiddlerBut his shield was steady and the answer rang trueLenny returned fire as the riddler,Gerardier caught the arrow and attacked anew...Gerardier was just going to throw every riddle at Lenny. Did he think her no threat? Finally, Lenny threw a riddle her way; an easy one, easier than the ones she’d teased about. Everybody knew the riddles where the answer was ‘nothing’ ! What to ask now? If she didn’t get rid of Gerardier then who knows how long she’d be waiting for another riddle...Then it clicked.“Gerardier, another riddle for you:The gentle-hearted do not dare do itThe tales of myth speak of it oftenDid one deny the titular writ?No! And yet today we’d first choose to be in a coffin!And we dare not profaneAs some have done to their shame...What is this to do?”Gerardier pondered for the whole minute, seemingly distant as the minute passed away. As the final grains of sand fell he raised he head slowly.“I shall admit that I don’t know the answer. I am unsure of the riddle’s answer.”“Come now Gerardier, you’re not even going to try?” boomed Lenny the fiddler, chuckling as he spoke.“If I had to hazard a guess... I’d say this is a call to arms. It can be stretched and twisted to match the rhyme, yet it lacks elegance. What is the answer my lady?” The lady looked one final time at Gerardier.“A good attempt, but not enough. To swear was the answer.”“Yes, I see now. Very well, I shall bow out.” Gerardie retired to the stands.“Got rid of Gerardier, eh? Not too shabby. You’ll be in some trouble if you don’t have at least a triple entendre at the ready though!”White noise. Nobody had a triple entendre at the ready. Now, what rhyme to cut the fiddler strings?