I am the destroyer of mountains, the killer of kings. I always fly by, yet I don't have wings. I can end basketball games or marriages with similar ease. And though I flow like a stream, only water can freeze.

A creative mind, a troubled soul. A pity I had to go. Now listen once, but not twice: I long to see the stars tonight, but these sunflowers are rather nice.

My colossal likeness was found By a traveler in a barren land Whose kingly visage tells of my character And whose demise is told by the sand

I am created when two opposites blend, in ancient history I was popular with a royal trend.

Create me and we might look similar, date me and I might be rather antiquated. A poor hand might make us look alarming, although a talented artist could make us look rather charming.