Riddles

Sometimes treated with love and care,

at other times riddled with fang-brands,

I am the two-headed wedge that bares the pair’s number,

the paper’s partner and  imagination’s vehicle.

I am a part of every artist, aspiring or adept,

I stop moving, they stop breathing

Loved by many, near and far,

all across the reaches of the whaleroad,

I am the picture-story of the worlds of your creation,

I come in many cuts from many cultures

and feature figures from herculean-heroes and children-of-Loki

to hags-of-hell and four-leg-walkers,

I tell the tales of those without tongues

Through pictures without sound