Answer:
Take one out and scratch my head I am now black but once was red.
What holds names and memories which are not its own?
As destructive as life, As healing as death; An institutioner of strife, Just as prone to bless. It is all that is good, Yet with an evil trend; As it was the beginning of things, It can also be the end.
What kind of table has no legs?
A slow, solemn square-dance of warriors feinting. One by one they fall, warriors fainting, thirty-two on sixty-four.
If itβs information you seek, come and see me. If itβs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?