A stone of green, both smooth and bright, more prized than gold in ancient sight. From China’s courts to the Maya’s lands, I passed through many a ruler’s hands.

Dire straits I will cause, swirling endless into abyss.

Split in two, it’s when someone parks for you, in sound, you feel: a star. Six lettered, it’s a low you’ll find, see them near and far. Minus first, it’s in the back, maybe where they put the car. The last four backwards, shout at you, how you talk in crowded bars

I left my campsite and hiked south for three miles. Then I turned east and hiked for three miles. I then turned north and hiked for three miles, at which time I came upon a bear inside my tent eating my food! What color was the bear?

I am a horned beast, some think of me as a steed. I live in the African east, and am not mythical indeed.