I talk, but I do not speak my mind I hear words, but I do not listen to thoughts When I wake, all see me When I sleep, all hear me Many heads are on my shoulders Many hands are at my feet The strongest steel cannot break my visage But the softest whisper can destroy me The quietest whimper can be heard.
You can use me to say hello,
From house to house he goes, A messenger small and slight. And whether it rains or snows, He sleeps outside at night.
My first is in wield, sever bones and marrow. My second is in blade, forged in cold steel. My third is in arbalest, and also in arrows. My fourth is in power, plunged through a shield. My fifth is in honour, and also in vows My last will put an end to it all.
My second is performed by my first, and, it is thought, a thief by the marks of my whole might be caught.
I have endless make-overs but I never know my look. I can make any dull room bright.
I run around the city but never move.
I can be hairy and itchy all over. I hang on a stick. I can be the scariest thing you have ever seen. I stand in the middle of nowhere.
Metal or bone I may be, many teeth I have and always bared, yet my bite harms no one and ladies delight in my touch.
My life can be measured in hours, I serve by being devoured. Thin, I am quick, Fat, I am slow, Wind is my foe.
Fire is often maintained above me, and if you remove my first letter, you will find the home shared by everyone you have ever known.
I can be any color you can imagine. You see me in everyday life. I have been around for many, many years, Look around, you can probably see some of me right now.
TheRiddl3r
5 years ago
I talk, but I do not speak my mind
I hear words, but I do not listen to thoughts
When I wake, all see me
When I sleep, all hear me
Many heads are on my shoulders
Many hands are at my feet
The strongest steel cannot break my visage
But the softest whisper can destroy me
The quietest whimper can be heard.