Riddle #1
My name is
Breaker of Stones, Filler of Holes. I am in eyes, in sadness, in joy, in pain.
I live high above, and far below. I am the giver of life to all. Who am I?
Riddle #2
I am everything,
but nothing material. You use me daily, but I cannot be bought. Though you see
and hear me, I can seldom be felt, but those who cannot see me feel my voice.
Born of breath or hand, I make man great. I start wars, I cause revolutions, I
resolve conflicts. I am many in number, I am many in kind, I am many in shape,
and you do not know all of me. What am I?
Riddle #3
A shining
crown sits upon a head of black. The longer it is worn, the shorter the king
has to live. The crown itself cannot be touched, cannot be removed by any hand;
only the wind may claim it as a prize.
Riddle #4
Demolish
your tower and muster me up,
Offer me
over across the divide,
Take me,
hold me, and of me do sup,
Though I
could be poison and thus break your pride.
Take me
and build me and bridge the gap,
Thread me
and use me to bind up the wound,
I may be
but one word, though your strength I will sap,
But yet I
am needed if hate be entombed.
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