Daughter of Zeus and Demeter, kidnapped by Hades. She partook of some seeds, and ever after has to return. Her months underground her mother allows nothing to grow, but each year their reunion leads to Spring’s blossoming. Start with the high school class nerds dread, then the one letter version of a pirate’s phrase. Next, the part of Europe containing the Balkans, and end with the device you likely are holding right now.

I sat in court and danced for my breath, while others play outside with the rest. I juggled and joked, my name on display, just to keep death a moment away.

A cord value of the Founding Fathers. Where I will be Saturday

By broom I travel through the night, with whispered spells and flickering light. A pointed hat upon my head, old tales are where my name is said.

You found me where no thing should be, Too smooth, too dark, too perfectly. You stare at me, and I stare back too, Though I have no eyes to look at you. What am I?