Fuloran's Riddles

You see faintly glowing letters etched into the door . . .

A final message when firmly in place, most often found across my face.

I can turn things around but never myself in turn.

I can hoe a row, slay a foe, and wring with woe.

I have two arms, but fingers none. I have two feet, but cannot run.

Make cheese and roast I often do. You will find that I also make a good shoe.

I cover what's real, hide what is true. Sometimes I bring out the courage in you.

Deaf and dumb and blind I might be, but I always tell the truth.

A mouth and sometimes a fork, sometimes I am fed. But alas I never eat.

I am hard as hard can be. You can drink your fill though it be not tea.

Cities with no houses, rivers without water, forests without trees.

I can be given and I can be kept, but never can I be seen.

Always old, sometimes new, sometimes full, sometimes blue.

My life is measured in hours, I serve by being devoured.

I turn around once, and what is out can get within. I turn again, and what is in cannot get out.

I have two skins.. one without one with in..

Run around a garden I can, but still I never move.

Bites but seldom bit to use me you must have wit.

I go into villages and I go out, but I never seem to move.

You huff and puff to give me life, but never do I breathe.

You can eat me, you can drink me.

I am the ship that sails the seas of sand.

I don't have eyes, but once I did see. Thoughts I once had, but empty I now be.

I can keep on working even when broken.

Wings have I, but cannot fly, on the same spot I am found, toiling away with little sound.

Though not a bird I can fly. Full of water it seems am I.

I look like a cat, I walk like a cat, but indeed I am not a cat.

I can make things cooler yet make a fire hotter.

My life is measured in hours, I serve by being devoured.

One eye always open and still I cannot see.

A foe I can slay, I can show the way. This I can do, be it night or day.

Always tireless in his pursuit, rarely did he ever recover the loot.

I am the bow that none can tie.

Drawn I am by neither pen nor quill.

I carry a stone near as big as me. Most of the time, I live in a tree.

I stand tall but sometimes fall. When it happens, pay heed the call.

I often fall but never break, and the more I come down, the higher I get.

Some try to hide, some try to cheat, but time will show, we always will meet.

I live in a tree and sometimes fall. I do not bounce,I am not a ball.

An ancient invention am I that allows one to see through walls.

Often I get tossed as planned just to see how I will land.

No feathers to aid my flight, still by day but not at night.

I am the gist of many a tale, it takes a cork to keep me in jail.


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