Answer:
It holds no blessings in disguise. Its rhymes are aimed at your demise, it's cast only to ruin, Whatever you are doin'.
As soft as silk, as white as milk, as bitter as gall, a thick green wall, and a green coat covers me all.
Lovely and round, I shine with pale light, grown in the darkness, a lady's delight.
You can spin, wheel and twist, but this thing can turn without moving. What is it?
What can bring back the dead. Make us cry, make us laugh, make us young. Born in an instant yet lasts a life time?
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.