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

A sea of faces, a tide of voices, moving as one but made of many. An ocean of feet, yet none alone.

I shade your room or I’m the loss of sight, the same word works for both if used just right.

Caesar complained to Brutus about this pointy thing

Not a spin, I’m sharper still, I sound myself with every kill. Can you bend me to your will?