I walk with kings and crawl with worms, I end all tales and quiet storms. You can't escape, delay, or hide - I take all things, yet never bide. I’ve kissed every creature, both mighty and small.

In the garden, I meant deceit; In infinity, myself I eat. I don't weigh things despite my scales; My venom flows through ancient tales.

I speak in riddles, swift and sly. A silver tounge, a watchful eye. Deals are struck beneath my grin. I never lose-though I won't quite win. Im fluid wit, I twist, I slip- What name am I both God and drip?

I am the tyrant of the lizards, but I have no crown to own. I am part of the most famous but have no autographs to sign.

I left no breath, no sound, no cry, Yet linger still where eons lie. Not born of ink, yet shaped in lore, pressed deep beneath the rocky floor. No mind recalls the form I cast, Yet stone remembers what could not last.