Way down in the dark? Portal to hell? Iron aside, Follow the smell.

I move in deep cover, work in the dark. Espionage, or a beautiful mark?

Christopher Robin’s friend A drunken WW II political leader Spelled differently, the sound a horse makes

I'm words sung, not spoken aloud, and I echo on pews, far and loud. Last letter silent, four in all; I'm about a deity, my adoration sworn. I rise in reverence, and end with deference; what sound am I thus told?

Ikea says this may be required, but I feel it should be patience Or Children love this mini break in the day to avoid classwork