Invisible force that topples kings, fuels stars, and whispers through wires; it grants strength to those who have it. Wars begin and end because of men and their need for more of this.

The origin of sabotage My soul is from the trees If the path's too rocky Then the Dutch might lend you these And Sherlock Holmes would find my mark A most intriguing clue Could it be more obvious? I am a...

Built to defend, to stand, to fight, with walls that hold through day and night.

I'm known for my melancholy, A symbol of past druidry. You may find me in a cemetery Or where water whispers quietly.

A single glass guardian, perched high with pride, keeps one eye keen while the other hides. A fashion of the past, a lens of the elite. Balanced on the bridge, a vision discreet.