From creatures ancient, I now reside dark, and deep. I flow to wake machines from sleep. I’m slippery and smooth, I do my part, but without me, things fall apart.

I'm beaten by an Ace, But better than a Queen The throne is my place, I got my position by gene

When Boreas doth breathe his icy breath, The earth dons a cloak of slumbered death. Hesperus, with frosty kiss, chills the night, Till Phoebus returns to renew the light.

Soft as a whisper, pale as peace, I carry no blade, yet wars may cease. I fly with a message, ancient and true, From floods to vows, I’m known to you.

Bold seafarer clad in iron, sails the northern winds, where gods whisper in the frost and tales of conquest echo through time.