She turns suddenly and you give a start... depthless blue eyes gaze on you mirroring back your own soul.
"What is it, the more you take, the more you leave behind?" she looks at you quizically.
"Riddles?" you say, "You ask me riddles?"
"No," she sighs, "That is not the right answer." She stands up and in a shimmer disolves into the tiny light and winks out. You look down, but the daemon has also dissapeared. You sit beside the book and peer down at its yellow pages and find it to be a book of riddles indeed but with no answers. Being curious by nature you are determined to figure them out.
(Highlight with your mouse beneath the riddle for the answer if you can't figure it out.)
If you look you cannot see
me, if you see me you cannot see anything else. Sometimes I speak the truth and
sometimes I lie. If I lie I am nearer the truth. 'Twas in heaven pronounced, 'twas muttered in hell, an echo caught faintly
the sound as it fell. On the confines of earth it was permitted to rest, and in
the depths of its presence there was confessed. Two bodies have I, though both joined in one, the longer I stand the quicker
I run. No head has he, but he wears a hat. No feet has he but he stands up straight.
On him perhaps a faery once sat, weaving a spell one evening late. Be you ever so quick with vision keen, by your eyes we are never seen. Unless
by chance it should come to pass, you see our reflection in a looking glass. I'm as small as an ant, as big as a whale. I'll approach like a breeze, but
can come like a gale. By some I am hit, but all have shown fear. I'll dance to
the music, though I can't hear. Of names I have none, of names I have one. I can
be as slow as a snail, but from me you can't run. My first is a creature of unclear breeding, my second a price you pay. My
whole can be found in the river of time and refers to the events of today. Some will use me, while others will not. Some have remembered while others
forgot. For profit or gain I'm used expertly. I cannot be picked off the ground
or tossed in the sea. Only gained from patience, or time. Can you unravel my
rhyme? I am a window, I am a lamp, I am clouded, I am shining and I am coloured. Set
in white I fill with water and overflow. I say much though I have no words. Highborn, my touch is gentle, purest white is my lace. Silence is my kingdom
and green is the color of my death. Two brothers are we, great burdens we bare, all day we are bitterly pressed.
Yet this I will say, we are full all day, and empty when we go to rest. Cannot be seen, cannot be felt. Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt. It lies
behind stars and under hills and empty holes, it fills. Ends life, kills
laughter. We are very little creatures, all of us have different features. One of us in
glass is set, one of us you'll find in jet. Another you may see in tin, and the
forth is boxed within. If the fifth you should pursue, it can never fly from
you. Today he is there to trip you up, and he will torture you tomorrow. Yet he
is also there to ease the pain when you are lost in grief and sorrow. A man who is not a man saw and did not see a bird that is not a bird in a
tree that was not a tree; he hit and did not hit it with a stone that was not a
stone; how can this be?
(E-mail me with answers to riddles at: Solmnfaery@aol.com)
Which door do you choose?
The red door
The blue door
The black door
See the pressed faery
