From ancient eras have I stayed, ever roaming my murky glade. Neath murk and mire, I aim to scare. On rounded snout, my nostrils flare. Beware my wide and vicious smile. You will not see me after a while.

They call me a god wherever I rome and Close to the heat is where I call home. Seven siblings I have, now that one’s gone. I shepherded men atop mighty redstone. I make you reflect when I pour on the scene. I’ve made kings mad, and led a great queen

Evolution in the flesh, Feathered friend of variation. Many beaks I’m known to have, Subject of pivotal observation.

I'm angry but not I'm not raging. I'm an intersection but I have no traffic lights. I'm a symbol of life for some, but I'm a tool of death. I'm the passing of a ball, but the ball contains no dancers.

I am tall and slim, often very high. Found throughout time, trying to touch the sky. Not out of place in a Lovecraftian tome. My top resembles an ancient tomb.