I walked the earth in ages past, through eras far too old to last. Some wore feathers, some wore scales, now I survive in bones and tales.

The other day, my friend and I were talking about hit songs from the seventies. And we both agreed that in nineteen seventy-four, there's no way that EVERYBODY was...

I hide a secret or a collar turned high, A uniform for shadows under a rainy sky. With a belt at my waist and buttons in a line, I’m the classic armor for a detective’s design.

I’m old but not a grandpa, I sit behind clear glass. People point and whisper, as they slowly walk past.

I may lead troops into the fight, or speak of things in a broader light. One gives commands, one keeps things wide, What single word can both provide?