A slender thread of metallic grace, Connecting here and there with a trace, In the old days, it sang with a whispering hum, Carrying voices and electricity where they thrum.

People say I am clean, yet when I leave an area, I leave it scattered. I am the leveler of all: rich, poor, young, old, sick, healthy. I am used as symbolism, and I am found in some religious rituals.

From the fall of the Angels To the library trees Her call is so simple Hello Sweetie

An Egyptian god of the Sun, plus what you call a man when there's more than one.

Beneath the city, a silent domain, Where bones reside, in chambers of pain. A labyrinth deep, a subterranean tomb, What am I, sealed in history's gloom?