Allegedly born from a Bell, A mixed truth they tell. I aged and learned new things, leaving behind my strings. I pass your secrets unbroken, and speech never spoken.

An ancient tongue, known from the start. Mastered by none, practiced as art. My words are spun to affect your heart.

I am old and everyone has heard of me or met me. I visit family and friends but nobody ever likes me. I'm forever an unwelcome guest, even though sometimes I'm the only one who can make things better for someone.

An ancient ruler of a distant land, Cheating death, I overplayed my hand, Now here I am with my rocky friend, Rolling together until the end

I stand between each rival side, My age recalls when knights would ride, My ground's where compromise holds sway, My finger flips the peace away