The first place the sun touches every day. The king of horror was born by my bay. My lighthouses shine over rocky seas, Where lobsters wander as they please.

I’ve lined the purse of kings and knaves, adorned the saints, yet fed the graves. I bend with ease, yet never fade, in sunlit hue I’m richly made. What am I?

I flow in joy, yet leave some sore, In goblets raised on banquet floor. From clustered fruit I’m coaxed and kept, In vaulted dark, where time has slept. I’m sipped in calm or revel’s roar. A treasure drunk, and something more.

The great unifier. All born, from poor to rich, will eventually meet me. What’s after is unknown and what is before is never carved in stone. You may kick and bite but you’ll still find me, with the fishes or deep underground.

long wars have been fought and still are over me, luffy's dream and what girl bosses say they are.