I trap those who dwell beneath my current form
I am reflective yet see through
I trip those who walk my face, and they tumble, no longer warm
Stomp, slice, or make me seem askew
Threats beware, I may seem to swallow you.
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Riddle Weaver's Riddles
PoetryRiddles. From painfully easy to threateningly difficult, I present my book of riddles. If you guess the correct answer int he comments, you will earn the title of Riddle Master, then Riddle Weaver. Enjoy these challenges!
