Answer:
I am the hole in the night, the ever watchful eye. I return in a cycle, to enlighten the sky.
Voiceless it cries,Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters.
Both punishment and sweet reward, It will befall both fool and lord. It is a spiritual scoreboard, Your every deed it does record.
This is in a realm of true and in a realm false, but you experience me as you turn and toss.
If eleven plus two equals one, what is nine plus five equal to?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?