Riddle of the Week
This week's riddle
A mixed up birth, beaten young,
Pockmarked face, has no tongue.
Cast in irons, denied the sun,
But soon he tanned and brown becomes.
Sweet the blood he then might hold,
Or perhaps he'll swim in gold,
Often though, a milky cloud
Will become his funeral shroud.
This riddle written by MDM
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