In the darkness I rise, bringing a light
I rally the robbers while relaxing the common.
Wise and old, my color has aged.
Although immortal and potent, my reign is brief.
Until Gunn’s horses sound the signal,
I dare not oppose the sky-candle.
Alive and awake, among the jungle,
I slowly slither, like a sly serpent.
Reaching around the barks and trunks,
I make a trail that is part of me.
Chocking and harvesting on the umbrella of nature,
I yearn to reach the sky's jewel.
Riddle 1- The MOON
Riddle 2- Vines