I cannot be seen, cannot be felt, Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt. I lie behind stars and under hills, And empty holes I fill. I come first and follow after, End life, kill laughter.
What am I?
It Lies behind rocks and rills, and under Mountains and hills. It cannot be seen or felt, nor even heard or smelt.
What is it?
My first, a tongue in Europe found My second makes a sizzling sound My whole comes from under the ground
