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Scythe of darkness, Shadow’s light. Guiding eye of thirteenth sight.
What kind of table has no legs?
A dagger thrust at my own heart, dictates the way I'm swayed. Left I stand, and right I yield, to the twisting of the blade.
Upon me you can tread, though softly under cover. And I will take you places, that you have yet to discover. I'm high, and I'm low, though flat in the middle. And though a joy to the children, adults think of me little.
What goes up but never comes down?
I am the kind of an ant that's good at math. What am I?