I was punished for helping my friends I lost my voice but in the end My love for a self centered man Was instrumental in my tragic end.

My heart beats not, my lungs don’t sigh, yet still I walk and never die. With hungry eyes and shambling stride, the living run, but cannot hide.

Small and round, I came from western Asia, then spread through the Mediterranean. I can be pressed into juice, or fermented into something more. Personally, I prefer the ones that taste like cotton candy.

If you were on a pirate ship, you might have to walk this.

I am a type of flower and I was used in a story with emerald buildings what am I