Without a castle I’d be a pond. Without following my path you’d surely come to harm. With walls and water I guard the way, with many watchmen keeping intruders at bay.

I am a house where the tenant is still, Carved with precision and ancient skill. I'm made of stone to guard the dead, With heavy lid and a cold, hard bed

Crack my spine, devour me whole, I bring you visions, And never ask a toll. From histories to nuclear fission, We learn many topics. We soar among the stars, Or wash up in the tropics We drive stolen cars, Run amongst the animals, Hold out for a loved ones plight, Or pine for lost Annabelles We have it all within our sights. What am I?

I'm a yearly festival with origins in Rome, named after a god of the times. I take place near Christmas, questions exist, as many traditions are almost the same. What is the five-day long Roman gift giving festival?

Sealed inside a dubious gift, The lid, a curious woman did lift, Releasing every plague and sin, Save for me, still trapped within