Childhood Silenced |
| no. | Solve | Word Riddles |
| 1 | A bird on the chandelier | A form on a hanging and brightening antique, I point to the bear with my long iron beak |
| 2 | A diamond ring | Affixed to the side of where one who's passed lingers, I trully look best when encircling fingers |
| 3 | A greeting card | I'm frequently sent when there's spirits to lift; a kind paper greeting oft paired with a gift |
| 4 | A square with 3 flowers | While most squares on the wall bear their flowers in four, withing my four sides I bare three and no more |
| 5 | A burnt candle in the chandelier | I'm now just a half of my previous height; the black at my tip shows I've spent time alight |
| 6 | A silve goblet | Polished and gilded in metal most fine, I'm a shining and elegant holder of wine |
| 7 | A heart doily | I'm a frilly white piece of shelf covering decor; You'll find at my center the shape of amore |
| 8 | An envelop | You can send me away to far away place, as long a stamp is affixed to my face |
| 9 | A skull in the wallpaper | I'm part of a pattern pink and green tones; where petals should be, I am cranial bones |
| 10 | A key | I hang from what hangs from the high ceiling's center; a tool you may need for a door you'll soon enter |
| 11 | A candle's flame | The hottest and brightest of spots in the room, I help to dispel the nearby cold and gloom |
| 12 | A squirrel design on a cello | Etched into wood often crossed by a bow, I hoard nuts to last all through the winertime snow |
| 13 | A bouquet with a white rose | Plucked from a thorned bush, we no longer grow; six blossoms of crimson, and a seventhe like snow |
| 14 | A violin with a heart | I'm carved where a bow plays note on a string; a valentine's shape and a blood pumping things |
| 15 | A cracked cymbal | In my disprepaired stat, I'm best fit for the trash; no longer well suited for a drum solo's crash |
| 16 | A bird with a bat's head | I've long pointed ears and yet feathers beneath; a strange, cornered flier with blood sucking teeth |
| 17 | A mouse | When found in your house, I'm an unwelcome guest; unless I'm a pet in a cage, I'm a pest |
| 18 | A traiangle | A percussionist's metal and three sided pick, I ring out when my three side are stricken by stick |
| 19 | Piano keys | With brass to my left and string to my ringht, I hold up the dead with my keys. black and white |
| 20 | A dagger | On a burial box and afffixed to a hilt, I've a tiny blade know for the blood that It's spilt |
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