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Riddles I want

If you break me, I’ll not stop working.

If you can touch me, my work is done.
If you lose me, you must find me with a ring soon after.
What am I?
The heart

Creatures of power, creatures of grace,

Creatures of beauty, creatures of strength.
As for their lives, they set everything’s pace,
For all things must come to live under their emerald embrace. . .
Either in their life, or in their death.
What am I?

I cut through evil

like a double edged sword,
And chaos flees at my approach.
Balance I single-handedly upraise,
Through battles fought with heart and mind,
Instead of with my gaze.
What am I?

I’m by nature solitary, scarred by spear

and wounded by sword, weary of battle.
I frequently see the face of war, and fight
hateful enemies; yet I hold no hope
of help being brought to me in the battle,
before I’m eventually done to death.
In the stronghold of the city sharp-edged swords,
skilfully forged in the flame by smiths,
bite deeply into me. I can but await
a more fearsome encounter; it is not for me
to discover in the city any of those doctors
who heal grievous wounds with roots and herbs.
The scars from sword wounds gape wider and wider;
death blows are dealt to me by day and by night.

What travels alone but is never alone, has a name but doesn’t exist
A shadow

It comes only before,

It comes only after,
Rises only in darkness,
But rises only in light.
It is always the same,
But is yet always different.
What am I?

My thunder comes before my lightning.

My lightning comes before my rain.
And my rain dries all the ground it touches.
What am I?
A volcano

What happens four times in every week, twice in every month and once in a year?
The letter E

A beggar’s brother died, but the man who died had no brother.
How could this be?
The beggar was a woman


I look flat, but I am deep,

Hidden realms I shelter.
Lives I take, but food I offer.
At times I am beautiful.
I can be calm, angry and turbulent.
I have no heart, but offer pleasure as well as death.
No man can own me, yet I encompass what all men must have.

A thousand colored folds stretch toward the sky,

Atop a tender strand,
Rising from the land,
‘Til killed by maiden’s hand,
Perhaps a token of love, perhaps to say goodbye.


Ten Men’s Strength,

Ten Men’s Length,
Ten Men can’t break it,
Yet a young boy walks off with it
What am I?
A rope


You heard me before,

Yet you hear me again,
Then I die,
‘Till you call me again.


Inside me the adventurous find

Quests and treasures of every kind.
Trolls, goblins, orcs, and more, await
Within my closed walls for
All those that wish to visit me.
Your hands are the key
To secrets untold,
And your mind will unlock the door.
What am I?


Two bodies have I,

though both joined in one.
The more still I stand,
the quicker I run.
What am I?
An hourglass

What is it that given one, you’ll have either two or none?

A Choice


Walk on the living, they don’t even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble
Fallen leaves


What has roots as nobody sees,

Is taller than trees
Up, up it goes,
And yet never grows?


I make you weak at the worst of all times.

I keep you safe, I keep you fine.
I make your hands sweat, and your heart grow cold,
I visit the weak, but seldom the bold.
What am I?


No sooner spoken than broken



Tool of thief, toy of queen.

Always used to be unseen.
Sign of joy, sign of sorrow.
Giving all likeness borrowed.


My first is in wield, sever bones and marrow.

My second is in blade, forged in cold steel.
My third is in arbalest, and also in arrows.
My fourth is in power, plunged through a shield.
My fifth is in honour, and also in vows
My last will put an end to it all.
What am I?


I have rivers without water,

Forests without trees,
Mountains without rocks
Towns without houses.
What am I?
A Map


When I’m metal or wood,

I help you get home.
When I’m flesh and I’m blood,
In the darkness I roam.
A bat


Runs smoother than any rhyme, loves to fall but cannot climb!


Forward I’m heavy

Backwards I’m not


What can you put in a barrel to make it lighter?

A hole


Runs over fields and woods all day

Under the bed at night sits not alone,
With long tongue hanging out,
A-waiting for a bone.
A shoe


As light as a feather, but you can’t hold it for ten minutes.


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