Answer:
Two brothers we are, great burdens we bear. All day we are bitterly pressed. Yet this I will say, we are full all the day, and empty when go to rest.
Fatherless and motherless. Born without sin, roared when it came into the world. And never spoke again.
Who lives in a house with one bedroom, 50 hallways, and ghosts lurking everywhere?
When it is alive we sing, when it is dead we clap our hands. What is it?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?
It's what light turns into in the night