Round and round it goes, hidden in a cloud of itself. A fake star it glows, with help it glows brighter. Not a single sea, or life as far as the eye can see. Cold it is not, it will take you warmly without plea. Look up at night and you will see.

In the north I am hot, In the south I feel gray. The sixth of twelve is my lot, My squire is solstice day.

I have everything yet, Feels so empty. I have so much light, Yet it is so dark.

I have two banks, but I do not have any capital. I am known for my liquidity.

I'm a creature of legend, a mysterious sight, With wings that glow, in the darkness of night. I'm a harbinger, of disaster's approach, A West Virginia legend, with an otherworldly broach.