I'm considered a stone from heaven, and can even be imperial, a green treasure. Artists love carving me, and mothers name their daughters after me.

I swallow explorers in twists of endless dread, Minotaurs lurk where walls whisper lies, One wrong path and bones join the forgotten, Yet solved I free the mind from its own prison.

Of the four ancient bodily fluids, I possess much, Me and my brother are often marginalised by man, But previously, we were adored by monarchs, What am I?

a goblin-like creature, straw to gold spun, first born child promised, say his name to win.

I’m sometimes a fraudulent business scheme. Or a representation nutritional needs. Lastly, I’m structures found around the world, ancient, majestic, serene.