Scaly monarch with a deadly glance, turns all to stone in a chilling dance. Crowned with feathers, tales surround, the serpent king where legends are found.

A golden shroud we seen in myth full of wonder and mystery man hid

A serpent of steel across the land, guiding iron steeds through countryside and city, uniting distant hearts with rhythmic clatter and jarring bellows.

I'm old but I'm discovered new every day Reinvented over time with new nuance, My evolutions are reviled by some and loved by many. I have the power to possess those within earshot, causing shaking and flailing of limbs, or sometimes just the tapping of tips.

To gold, To gold, In times of old. Mixture, Mixture, Immortal elixir?