In shadows deep, their secrets hide,
A dance of words, a playful stride.
They tease the mind with clever jest,
In riddles veiled, they put to the test.
What has keys but cannot open locks?
It flows like water, yet nothing it mocks.
It whispers softly in the night,
But fades away with morning light.
A box without hinges or key,
Where secrets are not free.
It holds the wonders of the world,
Infinite possibilities unfurled.
Riddles weave a mystic spell,
In their enchanting, cryptic shell.
They challenge us to think anew,
To unravel mysteries through and through.
