Change?Kimarous said:Here's one that I made myself. It was originally intended to be a puzzle poem but ultimately became a straight-up riddle.
To warmth, I am the frozen blight
And I am evil to all good;
I am darkness to the light
And barren waste to grass and wood.
I'm what makes the rich turn poor;
I'm what makes the cup run dry;
I'm the source of every war
And what makes the living die.
Know that I am everywhere,
Oppressive as a tyrant's fist;
Know too that I am nowhere,
For technically I don't exist.
What am I?
Quite beautifully written, by the way.