I am a monument frozen in time, a testament to the past. When I bleed, I raise the tide. My chilly nature holds me fast.

Shiver me timbers! I be a contraption of war, built by landlubbers and pirates alike. I fling mighty stones, or perhaps a unlucky soul, across the waves or over castle walls. What be I, ye scurvy dog?

I am a palace built for the dead, Where a crown is replaced by a stone o'er the head. A monument carved out of sorrow and pride, To honor the secrets and spirits inside.

Born of spark, and live on air, I can be started almost anywhere The weapon that a dragon breathes, There's said to be no smoke without me Man's earliest companion from caveman days, Still used today to keep the cold at bay

Butterflies flapping, Parents with a sleeping child, Secrets being shared Start with something untrustworthy, followed by the location of the first museum. Next an Egyptian god, then a three way intersection. Finish with an atom or molecule with an unequal number of electrons and protons.