In circuits and beats, it finds its groove, Pulsing machines, make bodies move. No lyrics needed, just rhythm and flow, This digital sound makes the night glow.

I won the battle, of course I had to use my wit, Since I had nothing else, but now the war is over and I'm spent, I lost a lot of friends along the way, I'm sad that they're gone, But now I have to accept the reward, make it worthwhile, and live on.

I have branches, but no leaves, and tellers, but no tales. I hold your interest, but offer no opinions. What am I?

Dire straits I will cause, swirling endless into abyss.

Fibonacci saw my beauty as a point on a spiral of constant angle. Newton knew that the bible loved my two digits like wings on an angel.