Jagged teeth and soft white hair And feet, but shoes I cannot wear I climb and climb, but never stray Up, up, up and away

I can run forever without getting tired, I constantly wander, yet I go nowhere. When I wave no one waves back, When I speak I'm not heard unless I roar, I bring life to all I touch but can take yours if you touch me.

I am filled with inhabitants, though man is but a visitor. tourists killing me is common, but many find it sinister. In life my color is bright, but in death I am white

A strategic move to guard the king, protected by his tower; A home surrounded by a ring of stone, a seat of power. The first may have a checkered floor, the second overlooks the poor.

Filled with meat that people eat Is it a soup? No one can say Fall from high, you may not die In it, many crafts lost their way