First of his name, built by critters of the rivers, A breaker of flow, yet life’s first giver. He held back the tide but could not the fall, For when love came calling, he lost it all.

I exist as a body of water to deter enemies, but I am not the sea. You might find me in front of a castle.

I was Attained by Buddha, Preached by Gandhi, Practised by a King. I am Broken by sound, Brokered by politicians, Prized by a Nobel.

I live in fairy tales and tapestries of old. My single, twisted spike is worth more than gold. I never leave a footprint, but my magic is real. To find me, you must possess what only few feel.

I am a small animal, with bite venomous. And while I may not kill you, it will pain enormous. I am known to be a menace, more than ten things you will hate. My ill-repute was sung by Shakespeare the great.