I am one who loves to battle and spar. I can take the shape of a sphere, god, or bar. Whether a rocky giant, or a god with great fame, You should know that the Roman's are responsible for my name.

I creep forward without pause No plea can halt my ageless cause In every wrinkle, I leave my name I end all stories, just the same

Pirates' plight, a lack of citrus might cause this silent fright.

I am the destroyer of mountains, the killer of kings. I always fly by, yet I don't have wings. I can end basketball games or marriages with similar ease. And though I flow like a stream, only water can freeze.

A creative mind, a troubled soul. A pity I had to go. Now listen once, but not twice: I long to see the stars tonight, but these sunflowers are rather nice.