I have limbs but no fingers or toes
And buried claws that reach below my seat.
I taunt lightning
And shed my only warmth during the cold
I am as old as my jewelry
Which marks my identity.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
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!
