I rise and fall with hopes and fears, I shift with time, through months and years. I can make you rich or leave you poor, I’m fueled by numbers, but I’m never sure.

I turn without a dancer’s grace, And carve destruction in my place. A silent eye amid the fight, My voice a howl, my touch a bite.

I am used to enter or close, but I am not used to describe someone intellectually verbose.. You can find me in a home, a hall, a town, a mall. .

I have a skin, flesh, and ribs, but I do not have a heart, mind, or bibs. I am often seen in an autumn patch..

I wear hundreds of iron shoes, Yet never stray from paths I choose. Though no air I breathe, I groan and sigh, A steel serpent’s path, seen by fleeting eyes.