And that's the thing that keeps me up at night - suddenly remembering the shapes of Garment Grids.

I'm a nerd.

HORRIBLY WRITTEN POETIC RIDDLE TIME!
On single leg, with lonely eye
I give a warrior wings to fly
Maidens o'er me will cry
So tell me now, who am I?



Nowhere near as obscure as BG-57's, but I tried.