A powerful spell, the naive knows it well; one cast at an affair for your most popular gown. No sticks, no stones, a mage sans tomes, a fight, no toil but it still breaks you down. What am I?
I can precede a bug I can precede a child I can be held dear I can be wild I can be an affair to remember I can be less That's it for now...can you guess?
Nary a tick, nary a tock- silent, silent, the handless clock. Tarry no longer; cast off all doubt. The sands of time are running out. What is it?
A deathtrap for my prey I want my guests to stay
A naive guest arrives My builder quickly strives
To cover them with fine Filaments such as mine
What am I?
I am the most powerful force in the universe, u cannot see or feel me, but i can be seen in ones actions, i have nothing to do with religion. Everyone has some of me, but nobody has all of me, what am I?
