Squeeze it and it cries tears as red as its flesh, but its heart is made of stone. Only two backbones, a thousand ribs. I am the black child of a white father, a wingless bird, flying even to the clouds of heaven. I give birth to tears of mourning in pupils that meet me, even though there is no cause for grief, and at once on my birth I am dissolved into air.   I am both Mother and Father. I am seldom still yet I never wander. I never birth nor nurse. Born Motherless and Fatherless, Into this world without a sin Made a load roar as I entered And never spoke again. There is a certain crime, that if it is attempted, is punishable, but if it is committed, is not punishable. What is the crime?   There is a thing that nothing is, and yet it has a name. It's sometimes tall and sometimes short, joins our talks and joins our sports, and plays at every game? Pernounced as one letter, And written with three, Two letters there are, And two only in me. Im double, Im single, Im black blue and grey, Im read from both ends, And the same either way. We are little creatures; all of us have different features. One of us in glass is set; one of us you'll find in jet. Another you may see in tin, and the fourth is boxed within . If the fifth you should pursue, it can never fly from you. What are we? I know a thousand faces, and count the tailed heads, feasting bright upon the eyes, of many who have died. wielding well a mighty power, who hath but humble stature. Masses fall upon their knees, to scare behold my only side! Wizardry - Crusaders of the Dark Savant

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