I appear as triangle, but I am not geometric. People associate me with river.

I kiss the wind and touch the sky, I soar high on your command. Up, down, left or right I fly, You guide me with a single strand.

Each day, I rise, I recede, never fall: lands of earth know my touch, one and all- The wise once saw me as proof, the world is round: for heavens move me, a truth profound.

In nature and film my fierce type is shown, with a ferocious bite that tears through flesh and bone. Funny enough, the first part of my name Is something years ago, called ugly and lame.

I appear in a haunted house, but I am not a ghost or monster. You might see me in neglected areas and trees.