Once a mighty king among celestial kin, now a shadow in the dwarf's attire. Spins a tale of icy heart, with a name shared by a mythical underworld's sire.

Dances around me, never touching. Infrequent visits, such big leaps. Over fifty years since our last, yet I see you before I dream.

My cursed mother bore me, a creature that hungers for flesh. Only the work of a genius could confine me within the twisting coils of a stone prison. Left, right, left, right, you follow your thread, your only hope of returning alive, shining red.

I am used to measure and conquer, but I am not used to cut bread or make butter. You can find me in in a castle, a pencil case and a parliament .

Eos with her celestial torch scorches the heavens with its flame. A spectacle of vibrant hues containing marks of crimson and gold heralding a new beginning, but I am a fleeting masterpiece eventually devoured by the light.