From medieval fears to farmers’ woes, my shadow falls wherever it goes.

I standardly block your passage until you choose a path, Where three or more choices can lead to peace or wrath. I am the place where two journeys collide, And the legendary spot where the devil did bide.

Where iron binds and hope wears thin, a place where few escape once in.

Once scorned as a cockroach of the sea, cans and rails helped make a prize of me. Hard shelled and defiant am I, beware my claw when you draw nigh.

I am the part of the tiger Survivor sang about I am the part of the needle that holds the thread I am the center of the storm that confuses people I am how Sauron knows all that goes on in Middle Earth I am featured in Egyptian art symbolizing protection I am where beauty is held with the beholder I am the third one that opens when have reached spiritual awakening