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The Quest of Twelve
Embark on a journey cloaked in rhyme,
Unlock the secrets hidden in time.
Each clue below whispers a word,
Find them all, let answers be heard.
In halls aglow with games and lights,
Where fortunes change on vibrant nights.
Cards and wheels invite your gaze,
A gambler's realm, a neon maze.
When choices fade and none suffice,
I stand between, a compromise.
Not this, not that, but something more,
Another way, an open door.
A line that weaves and softly bends,
Not straight ahead, it wavers, sends.
In roads and graphs, I play my role,
A graceful arc toward a goal.
Upon the waves I glide with ease,
Carrying souls across the seas.
With sails or oars, I cut the foam,
A humble craft away from home.
I mirror actions not my own,
A mimicry by flesh and bone.
In jest or skill, I replicate,
The moves you make, I emulate.
Gaze into me to see reversed,
Your image back to you dispersed.
Light rebounds upon its track,
Your likeness sent in echo back.
I waddle by the pond and quack,
A bird that's known for talking back.
Yet when danger looms nearby,
I lower my head and swiftly fly.
Between two realms I stand aligned,
A code or key unlocks my mind.
Press me to proceed within,
Let the next adventure begin.
In hand I rest to point the way,
Or help you walk and keep at bay.
A twig or branch, perhaps a cane,
I aid your steps through sun and rain.
I fill your cup when you are dry,
A liquid friend, give me a try.
From juice to water, maybe tea.
Of all the creatures on the earth,
I stand apart with reason's birth.
With thoughts and dreams, a curious kind,
In art and science, you'll me find.
Now comes a challenge to tease your mind,
A different riddle you must unwind.
Seek the answer hidden deep,
The final word is yours to keep.
The number of wheels on a standard bicycle.
Total months within a year,
A dozen times we see them here.
Lives a feline is said to own,
A myth or tale that's widely known.
Atomic number of silicon's place,
In the periodic table's space.
Count the seasons in a year,
As they cycle, they appear.
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