I am a warrior, but I wear no steel. My quest is to fight, protect, and heal. My foe is evergrowing and tough to defeat. For with my sworn duty, you can feel the heat.

I only appear when light is near, in darkness I will hide. When the sun shifts across the sky, I grow or shrink in size.

A maze of stone with silence profound, many enter then turn around. Walls of rock both damp and cold, I harbor secrets to be untold. A silent mouth which does not speak, any who enter mustn't be weak.

I shine at night but have no flame, A borrowed glow, yet not the same. I dance on lakes, make shadows tall, Yet fade away when daylight calls.

Gathered in groups, all dressed in black. My voice in the air means I have your back. Some say I'm clever, other say I'm shy. I watch from above, with a keen eye. I chatter and call, a voice in the trees. A bringer of omens, carried on the breeze.