I claim the king, I claim the thief, I end all joy, I end all grief. No wealth or power keeps me far, I make all equal, as they are.

I never grow old and I never decay, I was even found where the pharaohs once lay. A term of endearment your sweetheart might say, made by small gatherers that work hard all day. I'm stored in waxy hexagons, perfectly aligned, a geometric treasure that’s one of a kind.

I can be supportive or divisive - I separate people or keep them together. You can add fire to me but I'm not flammable. I'm sometimes famous for things like being Great or being covered with gum.

my golden oil can be considered a sacrifice in a volcano, cultivated by the gods of olympus. What am I?

Before your kind, I ruled the sky. My beak can wound you, sharp, not meek. Millions of years, my line won't die. Bird and reptile, which do you seek?