Guess my Preciousssssssss
A box without hinges, key or lid.
Yet golden treasure inside is hid.
This thing, alls things devours.
Birds, beast, trees, flowers
Gnaws iron, bites steel
Grinds hard stones to meal
Slays kings, ruins towns
And beats high mountains down
It cannot been seen, cannot be felt.
Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt.
It lies behind stars and under hill
And empty holes it fills.
It comes first and follows after.
Ends life and kills laughter.
Yet golden treasure inside is hid.
This thing, alls things devours.
Birds, beast, trees, flowers
Gnaws iron, bites steel
Grinds hard stones to meal
Slays kings, ruins towns
And beats high mountains down
It cannot been seen, cannot be felt.
Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt.
It lies behind stars and under hill
And empty holes it fills.
It comes first and follows after.
Ends life and kills laughter.