Use me to tell where you want to go. Make me, to tell them what you know. I'll help you settle the score. Get to me if you haven't before.

In autumn's chill, a fiery grin, Carved visage with a candle within, Guardian of the autumn night, Flickers softly, casting light.

Nobody seen me, yet everybody knows me. I do not have a sword and I came from nothing, yet I can kill an army. A mundane thing can destroy me.

I feel like i’m useless after a year, but I do not feel like every year is useless. You might experience me in memorable ways like for birthdays or anniversaries.

A longtime symbol of fractions eight, Easy to get but you must still wait, Many variations yet I remain the same, Two little-used letters hide in my name.