A dismal space, both cold and bare, where light is scarce and none would dare. With walls of stone and air grown still, its a place that breaks the strongest of wills.

A type of desk A Beatles song A Beatles album A Beatles movie

I am the final breath of a roaring fire A grey, soft ghost that cannot tire I am light enough to fly on the wind Yet I mark the place where the tree has sinned I am both the end of the flame And a tall strong wood that shares my name

In a knitting basket, soft and warm, A gentle hug on a chilly morn. From sheep's coat, it takes its form, Keeping you cozy through the storm.

It's the way you'll answer this riddle A few taps and you'll see The row above the middle Is QWERTY