Riddles (Page 14)

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.

Stronger than steel,
And older than time;
They are more patient than death
and shall stand even when the stars have ceased to shine.
Their strength is embedded
in roots buried deep
Where the sands and frosts of ages
can never hope to touch or reach.

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.

I run through hills;
I veer around mountains.
I leap over rivers
and crawl through the forests.
Step out your door to find me.

A golden treasure that never stays;
The coin whose face gives wealth to all.
Strands, nuggets, and dust of gold
are all bought with its shining grace. . .
And all are more precious than any gleaming metal.

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.

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.

In my life I die twice, once wrapped in silk, once covered in dust.

My children dressed in black or white
Darkness or light may bring me calling
I am oblivion, a empty void, to some
And a haven for others.

In peace and war I conquer
Even the tyrants fear me
Yet the tortured may bless my name

Unmapped am I
Uncharted are my waters
I visit in dreams and reality.

I never make an appointment
But I'm always on time
Laugh in my face
and I will laugh back.

I never was, am always to be,
No one ever saw me, nor ever will
And yet I am the confidence of all
To live and breathe on this terrestrial ball

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

The beginning of eternity
The end of time and space
The beginning of every end,
And the end of every place

There was a green house.
Inside the green house there was a white house
Inside the white house there was a red house.
Inside the red house there were lots of babies

Can not be bought,
Can not be sold,
Even if it's made of gold.
What is it?

I sleep by day,
I fly by night.
I have no feathers to aid my flight.
What am I?

What lives on it's own substance, but dies as soon as it devours itself?

Mala promised to take her daughter Sasha to the fair on the day before the fourth day after the day after tomorrow. If today is Sunday the 3rd. On what day and date will Mala take Sasha to the fair?

A slow, solemn square-dance
Of warriors feinting.
One by one they fall,
Warriors fainting,
Thirty-two on sixty-four.

What can burn the eyes, sting the mouth, yet be consumed?

What has six legs, two heads, four ears, two hands, but walks on four feet?