I bring no fire, yet the world turns cold, A silent ending, predicted of old. I need no armies, no bombs from the sky, Yet under my shadow, all kingdoms will die. I am the final chapter, the ultimate cost, Where everything gained is permanently lost. I have many faces a plague, or a flood But I always demand a great river of blood.

Creating dancing shadows upon where light is cast this rustic flashlight is a blast from the past.

What do Alexander the Great and Winnie the Pooh have in common?

I'm black as night, but bring the light. I'm deep in the earth, a hidden might. Men dig for me, for power and heat, but break their backs in this dark retreat. What am I?

I am black from head to toe. In Norse mythology, I am both memory and thought. Sometimes I’m an omen, in others good luck.