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Poetic Riddle 01

If might could not take me,
Then righteous kindness would do.
If this apple once removed from the tree,
Returns for the time of rising is highly due.
I have the power to strike and to unite-
The flagless nations would again one anthem sing.
Hard to get is absolutely my character and my right,
I would never be wielded but by the hands of a king.

Poetic Riddle 03

I was tricked to kill my dear;
And since my hand was fooled,
Twelve journeys had to carry me
Way towards the impossible.
No lions nor birds stopped me,
And many heads I have conquered.
My prize at last I do not here earn,
But when beside my father I return.