Though I'm now a lowly wretch, Across man's history I stretch. Spirits fear me when I'm pure. For stopping loss, I am a cure. I can be found beneath the earth. Through me, men all knew their worth. What am I?

I am a story woven without a pen, A heavy curtain for the halls of men. Thousands of threads cross to make my face, Bringing soft warmth to a cold stone space

A snipers nest. A place to rest. Extended ledge. The view is best. Hey Romeo, Where’s Juliet?

Caesar complained to Brutus about this pointy thing

I guard a realm with a single eye, No twin to share the watchful sky. A hero once left me fooled and blind, By naming Nobody and thus I lost my mind.