All dressed up in uniform, In uniformity we stand: Black against the snow-white storm, Monarchs of this barren land

I hold your wealth in silent rows, Where numbers sit and interest grows. I mark the edges rivers keep, A steady wall where waters sleep. I tilt a plane so turns feel tight, And something sure when odds aren’t right. One word for trust, for curve, for cash, Name me quick and make your stash.

Ring without finger, guard without sword, Silent I circle a vulnerable lord. I drown every footstep that comes without leave, Yet carry no weapons you’d think stop a thief. What am I?

I come and go without moving at all. You can chase me for miles, but you’ll never get closer. I’m always in front of you, even when you turn away. What am I?

I share my name with a capital city; You’ll think my red color is fiery and pretty; I was born in the remnants of a Life u sending; I’m not really real, but what’s wrong with pretending?