Hello darkness my old friend, I’ve come to speak to you again. Lunar surface, the depths of oceans. Nothing is truly this when in motion.

A soft blanket from the heavens, cold kiss upon the nose, dancing in the winter's breath, quietly covering the world in white.

I slip through rivers, quick and sly, With whiskered cheeks and watchful eye. I juggle stones upon my chest, And in cold water, I feel best.

I carry kings yet wear no crown. I race the wind but own no ground. In battle I thunder, in fields I roam. With iron on feet, the road is my home. What am I?

I wear a tuxedo, but attend no ball. I fly underwater, defying gravity's call. On icy stages, I waddle and stand tall. What am I?