Comics and Riddles

 

Riddles:

Brennan Tanner, staff writer

 

Contorted faces,

Eyes alight with golden flame,

As dry leaves fall down.

 

Sable haired with eyes green gold,

I was hallowed in the tales of old,

Familiar, companion, I aid the mage,

And was myself worshiped in a long ago age.

All together one and the same, I am you and you are me,

But when you are long gone, this is what I shall be.

 

 

Thousands of soldiers stand in a field,

So yellowed and dry, yet never will they yield.

Yet when winter comes they shall have no shield,

For then the Reaper comes to the battle field.