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Riddle 1:
Like blood I am, across the lands,
But touching me stains not your hands.
Beware my poison, though I've no sting:
Else Morpheus' gift to you, I'll bring.


Riddle 2:
I am the long-fingered weaver,
My spindle forever is lost.
My weavings are always the finest;
You'd not buy them, regardless of cost.
When I'm beautiful, I am quite deadly;
When ugly, I am harmless.
My parlor is always wide open,
Your parlor you'd rather I miss.


Riddle 3:
Two brothers sat in darkness deep,
One high, the other low;
Twins by birth, so far apart
But closer did they grow.
A hundred years, a hundred more,
The brothers never stopped:
The one above reached ever down;
The one below reached up.
They grew and reached, these brothers two,
And now the two are one;
Answer me but what they were,
And then this riddle's done.


I await your answers!

Date: 2004-11-12 11:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] artemidora.livejournal.com
1. My guess is sunset, but I'm not at all certain of it. It makes sense with the first, second, and fourth lines, but not particularly the third. So we'll just call this one a miss, shall we?

2. A spider.

3. A stalactite and a stalagmite!

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