A simple riddle of mine, focused towards meter and rhyme.
I'm but a speck of fairy dust
A glitt'ring jew'l, but only just
So small I scarcely can be seen
A trinity in me convenesAnd yet without me you can't see
Fine art and words are made of me
I'm resolute; through me you can
View realms beyond the mortal kenI shrink along with passing years
My number grows, I gain more peers
But treat me well 'tis very true
I sleep and live and die like you
Please include explanations for as many lines as possible in your answer.
Answer
You are:
A pixel
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I'm but a speck of fairy dust / A glitt'ring jew'l, but only just
Pixels are small and bright
So small I scarcely can be seen / A trinity in me convenes
RGB
And yet without me you can't see
You can't see content without them. Assuming specific to the context of its realm.
Fine art and words are made of me
Again, assuming the context of its realm.
I'm resolute; through me you can / View realms beyond the mortal ken
Pretty obvious, via the internet, games, etc.
I shrink along with passing years / My number grows, I gain more peers
DPI increases as computers get more advanced.
But treat me well 'tis very true / I sleep and live and die like you
"Sleep" possibly referring to monitor state, and pixels can die.
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