Riddles in the Dark

Thirty white horses on a red hill

First they champ

Then they stamp

Then they stand still.

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A box without hinges, keys, or lid

Yet inside golden treasure is hid.

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What has roots as nobody sees

Is taller than trees

Up Up Up it goes

And yet never grows?

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Voiceless it cries

Wingless flutters

Toothless bites

Mouth-less mutters.

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An eye in a blue face

Said to an eye in a green face

“That eye is like to this eye”

Said the first eye

“But in a low place,

Not a high place.”

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It cannot be seen, cannot be felt

Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt.

It lies behind stars and under hills

And empty holes it fills.

It comes first and follows after

Ends life, Kills laughter.

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The thing all things devours

Birds, beasts, trees, flowers

Gnaws iron, bites steel

Grinds hard stones to meal

Slays king, ruins town

And beats high mountain down!