Riddle 112

 

In darkness deep, it's born, unseen,

A tempest fierce, a shadow keen.

It rends the earth, it scars the sky,

In whispers soft, its victims lie.

With greed it feeds, on hatred's flame,

A game of kings, a pawn's cruel game.

It marches on with iron might,

In silence dark, it claims the night.

What is this beast that knows no law,

That leaves destruction, awe, and raw?

Seek not in peace, but in the scar,

For the answer lies where nations spar.

Choose wisely, let your intuition guide, 

For in this riddle, truths abide.

Click on the correct answer. 

Love

Peace

Unity

War

Hope

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