The Enigma Vault

[Honey bunch]

I wear a cloak of silver light,
Yet steal my brilliance from the day.
I drag the oceans through the night,
Then slowly turn and walk away.
I change my face twelve times a year,
Yet show the world just one profile.
I vanish, only to reappear,
And guide lost travelers for a while.
What am I?

The Beautiful Moon of Our Earth ​

 

[PRETTYCUTIE]

I stand tall upon the jagged stone,
A cyclops watching waves alone.
I speak with light across the dark,
To steer the sailor and his bark.
The angrier the tempests blow,
The brighter and louder my warnings go.
I eat the oil, the spark, the flame,
And save the lost who call my name.
What am I?

 

[Boyd]

PUZZLE CHALLENGE — BRAIN vs BRAIN!

Ready to test your logic?
No Googling… no cheating… just YOU and your brain!

I have four wings, but I never fly.
I speak in whispers when the cold winds sigh.
I grind down mountains, though I have no teeth,
And shelter gold in the dark beneath.
Men built me tall to catch the sky,
Yet I drown in stillness when breezes die.
What am I?

I’m going with a windmill ️ — four wings, built tall for the wind, and when the breeze disappears, so does its purpose. But that “shelter gold in the dark beneath” line definitely made me question my answer.

 

[Dark tristan]

I wear a cloak of silver light,
Yet steal my brilliance from the day.
I drag the oceans through the night,
Then slowly turn and walk away.
I change my face twelve times a year,
Yet show the world just one profile.
I vanish, only to reappear,
And guide lost travelers for a while.
What am I?

Moon