Riddle Me This!

Werecat Playful Pose

Greetings mortal readers and virtual wanderers of the blog realms! I, the Whimsical Werecat, have returned to grace you all with my marvellously fascinating presence and memorable, mesmerizing musings.

And what better way to mesmerize you all, than with a few gems from the traditionally favourite werecat pursuit of solving cleverly conceived lyrical enigmas.

That’s right, I am speaking of riddles!

Those culturally rigid cousins of ours, the sphinx, are not the only ones who enjoy the mental churnings a quality riddle evokes! And aside from the occasional catalyst in a friendly wager or two, we werecats indulge in riddles for no other reason beyond harmless entertainment (unlike another riddle-lover we all know).

If Baggins loses we eats it whole!

If Baggins loses we eats it whole!

So, how clever do you mortals consider yourselves? Does your brain scramble at the very mention of a brainteaser? Or do the silver threads within your mind quicken excitedly when presented with a vernacular conundrum? Either way, why not put your cleverness to the test?

I have chosen a few of the more traditional riddles for you to attempt. Some you may know already, some you may not. Familiarity is irrelevant in any case. What is relevant is that you do your utmost to use the cleverness of your own mind without resorting to the atrociously dull act of cheating. Nevertheless, if you fail to guess correctly, or cannot withstand the temptation to cheat, you need not fear being devoured. This is, after all, merely an innocent diversion.

So go ahead little mortals, test your skills! See how many of these riddles you can solve with your cleverness. The answers are typed backwards at the bottom of this post so you can check your correctness once you have given each riddle a thorough pondering.

Riddle me this!

If you break me, I do not stop working,
If you touch me, I may be snared,
If you lose me, nothing will matter.

Three lives have I.
Gentle enough to soothe the skin.
Light enough to caress the sky.
Hard enough to crack rocks.

In marble halls as white as milk,
Lined with a as soft as silk,
Within a fountain crystal-clear,
A golden apple doth appear.
No doors there are to this stronghold,
Yet thieves break in and steal the gold.

I am always hungry,
I must always be fed.
The finger I lick
Will soon turn red.

Halo of water, tongue of wood.
Skin of stone, long I’ve stood.
My fingers short reach to the sky.
Inside my heart men live and die.

Dies half its life,
Lives the rest.
Dances without music.
Breathes without breath.

You must keep this thing,
Its loss will affect your brothers.
For once yours is lost,
It will soon be lost by others.

White bird, featherless,
Flying out of paradise,
Flying over sea and land,
Dying in my hand.

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.

Black we are and much admired,
Men seek us if they are tired.
We tire the horse, comfort man.
Guess this riddle if you can.

And that concludes my memorable musings for now. I hope my offerings have proven somewhat amusing for your wondering, wanderings minds. Perhaps, if I am feeling inclined the next time I am on the prowl in this vicinity, I shall share some of my own riddles with you (for the ones listed above came from other creative minds).

So until next time, always keep your curiosity and courage at hand adventurers!

1) traeh 2) retaw 3) gge 4) erif 5) eltsac 6) eert 7) repmet 8) wons 9) noom 10) laoc


About WhimsicalWerecat

In short - Creative extraordinaire, warrior princess, dragon-lover, anime enthusiast, partisan of fantastical things, and most assuredly and proudly peculiar!
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