I bring no fire, yet the world turns cold, A silent ending, predicted of old. I need no armies, no bombs from the sky, Yet under my shadow, all kingdoms will die. I am the final chapter, the ultimate cost, Where everything gained is permanently lost. I have many faces a plague, or a flood But I always demand a great river of blood.

Sneaky is my nature I just gave Eve an apple as a gift to enjoy.

Egypt, Mesopotamia, Sudan, Rome, A temple, A dollar, a scheme

A rebirth of sorts, Of humanism, science, and art, Frescos, marble, controversial rules, With Florence at the heart.

Darkness once the sun goes down, Yet clad in plates and leather, Twelve sat once at a table round, An epic penned with feather.