Curtain of flesh, drawn to hide the world's light, a blink away from dreams, guardian of sight.

Where sand whispers secrets old, of treasures lost and pirates bold. No man is an island and neither am i, but you are sure to find me nearby.

Last riddle I wrote, You swore it was wine? Try this technique, Letters re-aligned

Backwards, I mean to take great pleasure. Forwards, I have class :: three of them :: and make work easier.

Language of the depleted Spoken by man and beast Carrying the silhouette of a roar I am to a roar, what banality is to brutality