Riddle: I have legs, but won't walk
A mouth that will not talk
Woodland home, lost to me
Stabled now, in nursery
Made to move, but must stay
You won't hear me say nay.
What am I?
Riddle: Where man is, there I am
I'm natural, man makes me
I'm a shield, a weapon
I enchain to release
A stable foundation
Though ever-evolving
My body is quite vast
Though I'm not physical
I have many branches
I'm not a tree or plant
No guesses, you know me now
No mercy, if you are wrong
What am I?
Riddle: Our armour may be stolen, But still a thousand blades cause us no fear, One or many, it's all the same, Before our number, you will fall. What are we?