I speak in riddles, swift and sly. A silver tounge, a watchful eye. Deals are struck beneath my grin. I never lose-though I won't quite win. Im fluid wit, I twist, I slip- What name am I both God and drip?

I am the tyrant of the lizards, but I have no crown to own. I am part of the most famous but have no autographs to sign.

I left no breath, no sound, no cry, Yet linger still where eons lie. Not born of ink, yet shaped in lore, pressed deep beneath the rocky floor. No mind recalls the form I cast, Yet stone remembers what could not last.

Essential to life, but I'm made from two deadly parts. Essential to life, but I can make water dangerous to drink. Essential to life, but I can be used symbolically to ruin fertile soil. Essential to life, but I can make food practically inedible.

I bloomed in red where thorns defend, Yet climbed the sky where mornings end. A color soft, a petaled name, On shields I rest in stately frame.