I'm pretty cool, I float in the largest pool, My tip often means, What's hidden is bigger than it seems

I walk, a king, yet claim no throne, A beast of legend, flesh and bone. My breath spells doom, though flames lack spark, A silent hunter in lands so stark.

I dance in the sky, a shimmering curtain. My colors, a spectrum beyond an earthly hue. I am a fleeting spectacle, a breathtaking sight, a celestial burden birthed from the Sun’s light.

I am a whisper of hope, a phantom glimpsed through a mirage, a verdant deception born of thirst and sun-scorched sky. Though, my reality surpasses all that's dreamed, a life giving respite, where the parched soul is redeemed.

Stone and shadow, cold and deep, I cradle secrets that never sleep. Chains may rattle, and torches die, yet none leave once they wander by.