Birthed from the earth long time ago, my crystalline heart is quite the show. Some known me for my gold-brown colours, or sometimes light blue - or many others. A companion to humans since ancient time, adorning the wealthy to let them shine.

By day he lives in a mansion By night he emerges from his Cave. Born from the imagination of Bob and Bill He refuses to kill

I once was fair, with beauty admired, But crossed the wrong goddess and angered her ire. Now crowned with serpents that hiss and sway, One glance from me will end your day.

Tip of the one pyramid, an all-seeing eye on American money. Originally from Bavaria, hidden members, coded communiques, meant to prevent abuse of power. Often seen as a hidden group, it sounds like an Italian light fixture to me.

In the days before steam trains I got you there with one pony of muscle And four wheels of hustle