The first place the sun touches every day. The king of horror was born by my bay. My lighthouses shine over rocky seas, Where lobsters wander as they please.

The great unifier. All born, from poor to rich, will eventually meet me. What’s after is unknown and what is before is never carved in stone. You may kick and bite but you’ll still find me, with the fishes or deep underground.

Left to wander in the cloud, rejected by the spheres. Until I’m freed, sent on a trip that may take many years. Enjoy my tail from ages past, my intension, don’t assume. I may bring life to barren lands, or spell your very doom.

I toll for kings and common men, I sing at six, then noon again. I wake the world, I mourn the dead, a voice of metal, overhead.

A royal revealer hidden out of sight, I kept her awake all through the night. Small and round I'm under twenty layers, used as a test to discover liars.