Esteemed Readers, today I would like to offer you a perfect riddle for Samhain-winter times. It is longer that usual, nevertheless its poetic style & sense fascinates. On my behalf, I believe that you will guess it out without any trouble. Good luck!🎃🎃🎃
“Before my birth my mother locked me in a stone tomb without any reason, but the iron that keeps others imprisoned releases me after a short battle. Everybody believes me, everybody follows me. I control a port, I create a thunderstorm. The day is my enemy, I reign in the darkness & I shape Stars & dark clouds.
I’m cruel both with savage lands & Heavens, those who make me free often must deal with me. I embellish faces & make eyes look ugly. I oppress being against any oppression. My kisses are deadly & cause a burn. At the same time the hardest frost cannot resist them. Their death covers them with splendour meanwhile I shine in my tomb below. But in vain I force myself to extinguish my light, as my Nature is against my dark artifices. Against my will my shine pierces the darkness, while my own force desires to make me betry myself”.
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