They said, I am the last lonely one, and with me feline lives are done All-father hung for nights, Till runes gave away their insights

You saw a horse jump over a tower on a battlefield first seen nearly fifteen hundred years ago, then shortly after, the tower moved. Where did this happen?

I stood before radar, before radio's call, a guardian through tempest and squall. By flame, by lens, by electric might, I pierced the dark with guiding light. Who am I, watching each night?

A man's soul bound below to hell Two minutes breathed his final spell All cameras died around his cell Did this financier kill himself?

I resemble a sculpcha, tomb, or statue; of wood, stone or steel, but I do not guarantee those who come will remember, or feel... You can mourn, celebrate, or commemorate with me.