How do you know if you're addicted to riddles?
I use my head, I move the earth,
So ancient none recall My birth,
One of me spells death and yet,
You'd call me as I am I'll bet,
You know me well, you've got my card,
Who am I? it isn't hard.
A game of fortune,
Dice will roll,
Name and goal the same,
I have two kinds,
And just one chance,
Can you speak my name?
A head of thick, wet, braided hair,
I carry more than can be seen,
And in my wake a brightening glare,
A slick, treacherous sheen,
My story short, but often told,
Me in your hands, what would you hold?
My string tightens as I loose weight,
To remain full, my desired fate,
I can be woven, plastic, skin,
With nothing, coin or fish within,
I travel pressed to many hips,
Surely my name is on your lips?
A random chance will see you fold,
I am not one for the old,
A vibrant grid to break your back,
Colours Prime I do not lack,
More difficult the more that try,
Can you tell me, what am I?
I'm something with an antique feel,
A binding, thing to hold and seal,
Breaking me takes no strength,
Just weakness and time of unknown length,
Made by many, kept by few,
Know my name? Speak if you do.
By clever folk I can be read,
Less clever folk will ask instead,
I stole the likeness of my home,
Else here without direction roam,
Providing clues a familiar game,
So can you tell me, what's my name?
I'm not a doll on strings,
But my steps are not my own,
Just one hole in such things,
Unless we're torn or blown,
The wind blows now I'll help you see,
Now if you can, you should name me.