They call me a god wherever I rome and Close to the heat is where I call home. Seven siblings I have, now that one’s gone. I shepherded men atop mighty redstone. I make you reflect when I pour on the scene. I’ve made kings mad, and led a great queen

I am tall and slim, often very high. Found throughout time, trying to touch the sky. Not out of place in a Lovecraftian tome. My top resembles an ancient tomb.

A frozen cloak I wear beneath the sun, a silence thick, yet still undone. My trees stay low, my stars shine high, with dancing lights across the sky. I’m harsh, I’m bold, both still and grand, a frozen breath upon the land.

I represent endless memory and buried sorrow, but I am not a grieving heart. People think of me as calm, until they witness my rage.

I have a head but never think, I have a bed but never sleep. I run all day but stay in place, and babble on at quite a pace.