When a lumberjack gets fired, he loses this, whereas others actually get it.

In the closet's quiet nook, treasures hide where no one looks. Holds the tales of soles and laces, a keeper of journeys and worn-out places.

I am an answer, I am the sea, There is a world inside of me. Lost in the abyss, drowned in the deep, No set of lungs could salvage me.

We are dealt the hand that life provides. My life can be seen as a paradox. I am at the whim of what the player decides. Though I am the most royal male in this box. But I am not the only one. Of fifty-two, four exist. Our skirmishes are for your fun. Face me if you dare. Do you know who this is?

There once was an eye with a glint, It was a brief and golden tint It flared up and went out But a flame then did sprout With a spark that came from a...