I wore the crown of the East, yet longed to reclaim the West. I sent armies to reclaim what once was the best. My rule was gilded, but whispers abound, that my empress’s past was less than profound.

The first three letters of my name may describe a desirable summer physique, the last three a shivering skater's dream. Altogether, I'm used to shape the human form, a clothing piece of the past comprised of beautiful fabrics.

I wrestle with fire to awaken the stubborn, I bend what resists and shape what endures. Every strike echoes, forging strength unseen, I turn raw matter into purpose and power. What am I?

I can be a star who wants to break free, I can be a planet in a sunny fleet, I can show you're sick with fever's heat, Some even saw me as a god with winged feet!

I have been around billions of years yet I cannot speak, but many people listen to my sweet music. To build a house under my canopy is to be oblivious. The stars are my parents. Though my parents died long before I was born. What am I?