Riddle: The king of the jungle, rare as gold, black as night, in light not there and night not seen. Goes in water, goes on trees, goes in caves, goes on the ground. Claws of knives, teeth of swords, roar of death but silent as a mouse. What is it?
Riddle: I am the sound of silence, I am the bringing of doom, too much of me and you’ll be swept away, swept away like a great broom, the cold is my place of living, and the heat is taken away, taken away by my magnificence, I live in both night or day, I am unseen but very much alive. Who am I?
Riddle: The ghost of the mountain never to be seen, leaps like a raging fire to catch his prey. As pale as the moon but fast as the wind. Cold as ice, but a flash of light in the night. What is it?