An army travels on this, apocryphally according to Napoleon or Frederick the Great

Take a common measure of milk, add an ‘e’. Sailed after stolen on the seven seas.

I sought for a friend in a world full of fear, But my face brings a scream whenever I’m near. With a spark and a stitch, I rose from the clay, A giant in shadow who just wants to stay.

I share my name with engines’ roar, A famous badge from years before. Though I’m not a man, I have a wing, On roads and streets, my name still rings.

I am not a place, yet I take you away, To colors of nights that no longer stay. I soften the past with a golden hue, And make old moments feel fresh and true.