I rhyme with tentacle, But I mean the very top. The highest point of all, Where climbing has to stop.

A powerful tactical unit, under Napoleon I was feared, Oh he's French, that's why my spelling is so weird, Okay let's march, don't be quiet, let me hear you roar, One two three four, I love the Marine...

Man, what a ring that sure is. It's... not made of solid material?

When it comes down to me, it’s extremely close. Money or pulley, a tight transfer for both. I carry the switched to its dedicated host. Barbed at times, coiled. Tesla’s ‘not needed’ boast.

In shadows where secrets silently creep, A fortress for thoughts that wish to keep. Guarded well, both night and day, A safe retreat from prying eyes' display.