Where sand whispers secrets old, of treasures lost and pirates bold. No man is an island and neither am i, but you are sure to find me nearby.

Last riddle I wrote, You swore it was wine? Try this technique, Letters re-aligned

Backwards, I mean to take great pleasure. Forwards, I have class :: three of them :: and make work easier.

Language of the depleted Spoken by man and beast Carrying the silhouette of a roar I am to a roar, what banality is to brutality

Writing a riddle is quite hard. Making it tricky, but not too tricky. Making it long, but not too long. Making the Riddler go ah! but not too early. It's like walking a tightrope, finding the one thing you are looking for.