HardRhyming Riddle
My step is slow, the snow's my breath I give the ground, a grinding death My marching makes an end of me Slain by sun or drowned in sea.
Riddle
My step is slow, the snow's my breath I give the ground, a grinding death My marching makes an end of me Slain by sun or drowned in sea.
Choose an answer
A.An avalanche
B.An iceberg
C.A snowdrift
D.A glacier
Hint: It's a 2-word phrase with 8 letters, starting with "A".
Answer
A glacier
Why this is the answer
A glacier creeps forward at a slow, grinding pace, carved from packed snow, and it "dies" -- melts away -- either from sun exposure or as it calves into the sea.
This riddle is filed under Rhyming Riddles and rated Hard.