I am wasted by the young, and cherished by the old, Ever present, all powerful, yet always slipping away, I destroy all things, but those that can stand my test will live on forever.

Where the ivy climbs and the falcon flies, stands a stone giant with a crown of towers, watching over the fields below.

I rest where time itself sits still Whispers perched on death’s old door I speak I leave you nevermore I wear the shade of mourning's wing And mock the voice of everything No soul I keep, no soul I save Yet poets find me at the grave

If not for me, a long time with your new spouse spent, yet you know not from whence I came nor where I went. Mine is the name that all should know, for I am the man they call...

I make a tall point, but I am not made of limestone. You might see me in places like, Egypt, Washington, and Rome.