I rule the dark, the dead, the deep, Where shadows dwell and spirits sleep. A crown of bones upon my brow, No light above, just solemn vow. My queen was taken, not by chance, Who am I, lord of death’s cold dance?

I sprang from thought, not from a womb, Clad in armor, sealing doom. Wisdom’s guide and war's delight, An owl soars with me through night. My shield can turn you into stone, Who am I, standing all alone?

A simple shell of toughness built to last in rain and shine. From residential smoky vents to ancient castle spires. I now stand to break by hand or mark your garden line. Formation's cast to stand at last in raging furnace fires.

I exist as a piece, but I am not a player. You might find me in a realm of war and strategy..

Ancient child in armor sealed, Across the stars my fate revealed. Ninjas play in shooter’s skin, What game hides all its power within?