I bring wealth and excess, labor and harm. When I strike myself, I make men take up arms. Bane of faes, wolves, or just flesh and bone. What rocks harder than rolling stones?

Oh dear! I simply cannot see, the things you say are front of me. To be forever out of view, you’d hate if this were cast on you Or put me up or put me down to change if I can see the town. Pull me down, let go my string to give you all some privacy

Twisty, twisty, twisty key - I make a box play songs to thee. A gust, a force, a blowing gale, try not to lose me from your sail!

Soft whispers on paper, guiding lines without a sound. Heavy in weight, yet light in touch, sculpting thoughts with a gentle crush.

I’m a direction, common enough, or fill a pillowcase with fluff. I am a mood, not quite of joy, or something children put with toys.