Arr matey, in the shadow of fortune's gleam, a green-eyed Kraken stirs the dream. With a heart as restless as the sea, this beast be what makes ye wish to be free.

How many do you see can you count them all I dare you to try it would take you a lifetime if you dared. Think of the night sky and all the stars you see how many of me do you see

I arrive with the moon, but I bring the storm. Pain is my harbinger; gore is my form. I sometimes wear wings and sometimes a cup. In fifty or sixty years my time’s up.

I travel on wings yet sit upon thrones. I’m a wanderer of continents and a ruler in name alone. Both kingdom and creature share my title. What am I?

A fowl way to tell someone to protect their head.