Riddle

And when your hand will rise again

An invisible force
I shall not be there
I shall not be there to greet you

A mirror may guide you
or not will be your echo
Black beings with long arms and glowing eyes

Will hide in a hollow tree inside your mouth

Say yes and they say no
Until two colours blend into grey
You shall be blind
A bone your crutch
A river your tears to a fools font
You shall lay down to rest

– UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE – The cashier said
Bite.