I represent cities and industry, but I am not a building. People think of me as bloody evenings.

I divide sky from earth yet touch neither, Always ahead, yet never nearer. I shift with the sun, retreat with the night, A constant line just out of sight.

I am one of seven. We all are separate but connected, except for two. A very long time ago only one of us were around.

I have a bed but never sleep, I have a mouth but never eat. I run and run, yet stay in place... What am I?

I am steep and abrupt be careful as you drive. I may land you in deep trouble even if you can dive. I make you believe that which isn’t true and contrary as well. But if you play your cards right, surely there is a tell.