I have no face of my own;

From behind I am blind.

To me, all is known;

What is here I will find.

I am silver, you are gold;

You are warm but I am cold.

Who am I?

We were here first, we will be here at last;

Some of us you'll see only after we've passed.

A thousand of us could fit in your eye,

Yet just one beside you would blot out the sky.

One of our brothers rides over each day,

And another stands guard to show sailors the way.

What are we?

I am life

I am death

I am clear

I am dirty

I am free

I am expensive

I am a necessity

Yet took for granted

You can bring me to water,

but you can't make me drink.

Flies like me, and often I stink.

I don't lay down, even while sleeping,

But here I lay now, maggots peeping.

What am I?

Riddles are Reaper's specialty try this one.

Born of light I’ve dwelt in darkness with eyes that glow a demons red

My frozen smile will keep you laughing, even if I’m long since dead

My communication is sound, but my voice cannot be found.

What am I?

I can be smooth and worn,

Long and bunched-up.

I can be plain or mysterious,

I change a million times each day,

But in the night I am still.

You can cover me up and paint me,

But beneath I am still the same.

Over the years I will change,

But what lies beneath will always be the same.