The books tell us that this thing has been among mankind through many ages clear and manifest. A special power it has much greater than any men know. It wishes to seek all living beings one by one; then goes its way; no second night in the same place; but homeless roves for ever and aye, the path of exile. It is none the poorer.
It has neither foot nor hand, nor touches the ground, nor two eyes nor mouth nor speaks with men. It has no mind, but the books say it is quite the poorest of all creatures that were ever begotten according to nature.
It has no soul nor life, but makes its way far and wide through this wonderful world It has no blood, no bone, yet gives aid and comfort to many men the wide world over.
It never reached to heaven, it may not to hell, but forever it must live by the teachings of the King of Glory. Long is it to relate how its way of life will go thereafter fate’s crooked ways.
This is a marvelous thing to say: it is all true that ever with words is told about it. It has no limit. It lives nevertheless.
If you can straightway rede this riddle with true words, tell what its name is.
It sounds like a very pretentious and mysterious description of a religion.
Nathan Richardson
Did you just use pretentious to describe a riddle?
Noah Mitchell
It's a pretentious-as-hell riddle, yes. There were some other problems I had with the writing too. Did you write this?
Andrew Thomas
Here's my riddle.
He hath no style he hath no grace this kongeth hath an amusing face
what be his nameth?
Isaac Hall
The cock crew The sky was blue The bells in heaven were striking eleven Tis time for this poor soul to go to heaven
Noah Parker
No, I said in the OP it's from the Exeter book, a collection of Old English riddles.
Levi Gray
Death?
Charles Johnson
Most scholars agree the poet would accept the Moon or the Sun.
Colton Martin
Got any good riddles?
Nolan Brooks
Dost thou call him Lanklius Kongeth?
Evan Barnes
What’s black when you get it, red when you use it, and white when you’re all through with it?
Michael King
Coals
Julian Miller
Yes.
Logan Sanchez
At my breaking ye bend and sway All aghast til I'm away
Ye tremble at mine presence, yet, In all I dwell, In all I've met
A cramping pinch, and then I'm free, Humor, disgust, and infant glee.
Kevin Green
Dreams/nightmares?
Nathaniel Scott
correct
Ripped from my mother’s womb, Beaten and burned, I become a blood thirsty killer. What am I?
Carter Jenkins
Sword
Alexander Brooks
I made up a riddle:
Armies are afraid of me, weapons leap away from me There is no good fighting man who could ever strike my flesh And no warlord has lost such as few battles as have I I have devastating tools that destroy the largest armies
Great slayer of warriors
Who am I?
Not sure if it is good or bad or can be improved. I'm maybe thinking about adding a bit about carrying a sword on the tongue.