1
She wields the broken sword, and separates true kings from tyrants.
2
No man has seen it, but all men know it. Lighter than air, sharper than any sword. Comes from nothing, but will fell the strongest armies.
3
The bones of the world stretch towards the sky's embrace. Veiled in white, like a bride greeting her groom.
4
The smallest lark can carry it, but a strong man might not. Of what do I speak?
5
A poison of the soul, passion's cruel counterpart; from love she grows, till love lies slain.
6
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, the debt of blood must be paid in full.
7
I'd neither a guest nor a trespasser be; in this place I belong, that belongs also to me.
8
Echoes from a shadow realm, whispers of things yet to come. Thought's strange sister dwells in night, is swept away in dawning light.
9
I am rarely touched, but often held, if you have wit you'll use me well, what am I?
10
I am sea with nowater, coasts with no sand, towns without people, moutains without land. What am I
