There are 8 beings; all killed by each other: The king. The butcher. The knight. The blacksmith. The assassin. The sailor. The bird. The thief. The riddle goes as follows: A fowl befell the kingly head that foiled a deadly plot. Instead with dagger forged by Ned, Sir Michael was for naught. The Jack-Tar Joan, had caught the thief and sent that rogue to hell. With blood and feathers on his boots and stolen broach as well. The knight killed one, for heinous acts, whose shoes were caked in mud. The sickly sparrow breathes its last, in pools of swinish blood. The royal chef paid a golden broach, for pork that soon was burned. Into the woods went ned and Joan and only Ned returned. Put the deaths in order. Who kills who, and in what order?

We sound like Eden as a pair. Make us weight, we won't play fair. Sometimes consensus, most times schism. Usually locked away in prism. If by chance you seek, then throw. The serpent sees where we meet low. We carry freight when we meet high, But separate us, and we die.

Unlike other rulers I am strengthened by neglect. Over my jurisdiction, great taxes I elect. When routine dues are paid, I am weakened severely. Yet if too long delayed, it may cost you quite dearly. My vault is of the flesh, my tellers silver and bone. The upkeep of the kingdom is financed with a loan.

I have a heart that never beats, I have a home but I never sleep. I can take a mans house and build anothers, And I love to play games with my many brothers. I am a king among fools. Who am I?

You may think me an actor; people come from all over the world to see me play my role. The play begins like all plays do – the red curtain draws aside, and I come onto the stage. There is one other actor. He is dressed in beautiful, bright clothing. I, however, am entirely naked. There are many acts in this play, in between which the other actor helps me to get dressed before the curtain reopens. He dresses me in colorful piercings and a red coat. The story we tell is a tragedy through dance. My choreography is straightforward, but if he forgets his then the play is over. Either way, I consider this a once in a lifetime performance. What role do I play?

I'm the end that brings the end, I'm the one that hides. Shackles gird me waist to toe, Sealed in tower I. Ever tasked to make amends, Slowly here I die. My stricken foe you'll never know, His death is met with sigh.

Twice born but once it dies. A more feline obelisk then a dairy soar. Some to royalty will rise. When seen by many they're adored. What is it?