In shadows deep, a riddle's quest,
Unveiling truths, put to the test.
I'm born of fire, yet chill the bone,
A whispered secret, rarely known.
I dance on air, without a wing,
A fleeting moment, never cling.
In words I hide, a puzzle's grace,
Unravel me, your mind will race.
I'm found in books, but not in tales,
A language cryptic, where meaning trails.
With digits few, I'll make you think,
A code to crack, a missing link.
A silent path, I softly tread,
A riddle's riddle, heard unsaid.
In nature's realm, I lie concealed,
A treasure sought, but rarely revealed.
So ponder well, my cryptic clues,
Unlock the answers, solve the ruse.
For in these lines, the riddles lie,
A poetic challenge, just for thy.
- Willisha