I hung in gardens of emperors and kings, A jewel of purple in medieval springs. Preserved in brandy, baked into a pie, Sought by monks where old orchards lie. Not apple nor pear, though kin I assume What fruit am I?

Three Empire Seven Hill Two Continents Two Seas Cats and Tea Which city am I?

In an age of quills, thou dost appear, A bard's mechanical muse, I fear. Thy keys do dance, In rhythmic trance, Spelling tales with thy metal cheer.

In the sky, a giant whale, Silent flight without fail. If you're a musical sort instead, You may prefer to start with led.

Brightly lit by nighttime’s light, a reflection off one of our two current satellites, as the light hits the liquid, it reflects skyward, and reflections from the sun come down. This word comes second, five letters in total: what is a way to describe a bright reflection? Put together, the combination is illegal, though really just means homemade booze.