under the covers i'll spin a yarn stories of lovers, queens, beggars, and brawn you'll turn with my twists til your eyes beg for sleep but your ears will be useless; i don't make a peep.

With pointed fangs, I sit in wait, With piercing force, I dole out fate, Over bloodless victims proclaiming its might, Eternally joining in a single bite. What am I?

Two words put together make a twofold lie One is a color, but that color is not mine The other a structure of wood or stone But not in my case, I would make a poor home

With tender twist and powerful pull, The sturdy seal surrenders. The treasure trove, a ruby river; Devilishly delightful. What breaks the seal to the treasure?

The wizard said, Pay no attention to the man behind me!