In a world where questions cloak like night, A playful tease with wit so bright I dance on words, spin tales so tight, In books and minds, I take my flight What am I that whispers old, In labyrinthine tales told? A puzzle wrapped in enigma's fold, Unlock me, if you dare be bold I'm the spark in a thinker's eye, The "aha" when puzzles lie In every corner, I might hide, With answers that truths provide Crafted well, I make you think, On paper's edge, I am the brink Solve me quick, as fast as you blink, Or into confusion, you just might sink What am I, with rhymes so dapper, Twisting, turning, with laughter after? A play of words, the poet’s chapter, In riddles solved, or sought hereafter?