Common lore speaks of spoon make upon delivery Strive to be first , yet known by their last High-prefixed, though low-key The elite of society

Noble sacrifice Wreathed in flames And in the ashes An egg remains

Before screens lit each living room, I ruled the night and day. Families gathered close around to hear what I had to say. I followed you from parlors to rides along the way. I fill the air with company, though now you have to pay.

In a time when seconds ticked with elegance, these companions whispered hours from their hidden chambers, always close at hand in vestments, marking moments with silent grace.

Upon the throne of shadows, the crown of night he wears, With whispers of the ancients, his presence always stares. Ruler without a scepter, his court in legends dwells, In chess and in the lore, where tales of power swell.