Answer:
Blend a teapot shot so the pearlies wonβt rot!
The sharp slim blade, that cuts the wind. What is it?
What loses its head in the morning and gets it back at night?
I grow where no flower grows, where no light touches the walls, up or down, that I don't care, was here before people were.
In marble halls as white as milk, lined with a skin as soft as silk. Within a fountain crystal-clear. A golden apple doth appear. No doors there are to this stronghold, yet thieves break in and steal the gold.
I appear in the morning. But am always there. You can never see me. Though I am everywhere. By night I am gone, though I sometimes never was. Nothing can defeat me. But I am easily gone.