Strong is my spine, so hold me That I may relate all that’s told me Through leaves often red, And though I be dead I’m yours till you’ve given or sold me.
My seed is desire and poison, my fruit, And when my desire begins to take root, It grows like a fire that makes it’s way higher To burn all in sight of the eye of desire. This will be my last Thursday Riddle, at least for some time. Thank you for playing.
A snout of length and many uses; A chest without a heart can’t love; A stalk of strength; the winner chooses A word for each of the above.
Survives to be heard even as executed To echo the voice of a soul that is muted.
Old Ebenezer can be quite distressing: You take off his cloak, his coat and his shirts And offer a tear to find it depressing That Eb is more hidden with every undressing.
I hope you don’t mark me forgetful a man For all of this tardiness is in my plan. Four score and two thousand eight hundred is what You must now resolve if you can.