At dawn I cradle molten gold...
Daily Riddle #107—Dec 4, 2025
Riddle of the Day
I’m born of night on sudden cold,
I bead on blade and briar.
At dawn I cradle molten gold,
Then flee the climbing fire.
What am I?
MetaRiddle of the Day
Solve the metaphor in each line with a single word, then put the three words in order. Thinking about whether they can make a plausible sentence will help you rule out incorrect responses. Th…
