I make deliveries no one requests, usually addressed to castle guests.

It runs around within your mind, The residual energy of actions left behind. The righteous seek to clear it, Villains mute or mishear it.

I have a hard shell but no bones inside, I am a snack where healthy fats hide. I can be a tool to tighten a screw, Also a slang term for someone acting crazy around you.

A very special day concerned with boxes. There are Reds, Greens, and the Orthdoxes. Many stay up with their party very late, Hoping that a coal-future isn't their fate. Sadly, not everyone thinks this fete important. All they see is a mess, and spending exorbitant.

I am a seed you cannot see, yet from me grows possibility. The silver lining, a little spark, I keep you going in the dark.