Riddle me this.
"Hello" you call unto the black
and just and friendly I'd speak back.
Yet it's a lie, I only quote
that welcoming into my throat.
Surely, you think, they're just for show,
those fangs you see both high and low
and though my heart's as black as night
you needn't worry - I won't bite.
Rather I'm much like a fairy tale troll
swallowing anything that comes to me whole.
My skin is thicker than any bruit,
yet I haven't life and alone I'm mute.
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The Riddler's Book
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