I was hailed as a God, though that is what I am not. I exist within a friend, but not for long, with my end, new ones are born. I give mass to those without. What am I?

You clap your hands as soon as you hear the songs that I whisper in your ear. Then I'd dance around and fly with glee as I play the violin that I always carry with me.

My greeting is a warning; my welcome, a feast. Many flee my herald, yet few resist the priest. I split a thorned chapel, serve custard to the bold, What monarch of the market am I, crowned in green and gold?

I walk with you through stone and vale, Retelling each and every tale. No hand can touch me, none possess, Yet I return your sound’s caress.

Born of ruin, I climb unseen, a shadow of fire that’s never clean. No feet to walk, no breath to choke, yet I can kill, for I am ....