Riddle: The Cloaked Duelist
In a kingdom where shadows dwell,
A duel ensued, between two, I tell.
One clad in silver, with a heart of ice,
And one draped in darkness, a master of vice.
Under the pale light of a waning moon,
They met at the stroke of the midnight tune.
A whispering breeze carried secrets untold,
As they circled each other, fierce and bold.
The silver one wielded a sword like a star,
The dark one with daggers more lethal by far.
Two strokes of fate, a flash in the night,
Then silence descended, no sound, only fright.
When morning arrived, the people rushed near,
To see who had conquered, to quell their fear.
Yet only one left, with a triumphant grin,
The other lay still, wearing a grin that's a sin.
But look closely, dear friend, for here lies the twist:
Neither was dead; you’ve been misled by the mist!
For the silver had vanished, dissolved into air,
While the dark one now stands, the victor laid bare.
Now ponder this riddle, let your mind take flight,
What truly did happen that fateful night?
Answer: The duelist in silver was a master of illusion, and had tricked everyone into believing he had vanished by creating a spectacle of light, while the dark one simply feigned death to win the duel deceitfully, knowing he would eventually claim victory without truly fighting. Both are alive, but the true nature of their encounter is obscured in mystery.