Answer:
What goes in the water red, and comes out black?
What holds names and memories which are not its own?
I drive men mad for love of me. Easily beaten, never free.
Whiling away the hours of flowers, Walking through fields of gold. Preening and pruning in lights fading hours, For petals to freeze in the cold. What is it?
I grow for a surface, even if you cut me. I continue to grow even after death.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?