Drop my letter last to bring the lighting down to low Nix my third to end it all, the curtain stops the show Ditch my first, you've got two words referring to yourself But altogether, thirty second president is smelt

Small, shrunken No longer serving the purpose I once did. I'm still here though. A remnant of what I was.

I speak without words and lead without force. Follow my breath and you’ll move as one. Crowds obey though I hold no crown My tune decides who stays and who is gone.

You'll often find synthetic versions of me in your favorite coat or vest, A famous golden me once launched Jason and the Argonauts' fateful quest.

In ancient times, I bore new cities I tended the very spark of life Firstborn goddess's divine duties Brought her to kneel by my side Once the center of the home Now an ornamental place I stand tall, I stand alone I carry my mantle with such grace