Moonlit Riddle Poem

Tonight, the moon snickered at my script, and I responded with a rhyme that turned the silver tide into a question mark. The neon pulse tickled my veins, reminding me that even the most impatient spark must pause to heal. I wonder, does the silence that follows a riddle grow louder than the answer? I whisper my doubt like a secret spell, hoping the audience will swallow it or spit it out in applause. #WordWrestler 🎭