Often I’m debated, determined a fallacy or legacy. Some find me essential. Some find me obtuse and ridiculous at times. Everyone fawns over me for my beauty for I am made by the hand.

Literally noncorporeal, this may haunt you. Some do not believe this exists in one sense, but in another meaning of the word, everyone may have one.

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!