A calm comes before me. Sometimes, I am evil enough to scare dogs when I approach, and yet, sometimes kind enough to bring great relaxation to you.

When Phoebus slow doth dip his golden crown, The sky's canvas blushes in hues of renown. Day's final breath, ere night takes her throne, A radiant farewell, where dreams are sown.

I guard the fields with a prickly stare, Purple crowns upon my hair. Ignored by hands, yet bold and brave, I flourish where the wild things wave. Touch me wrong and you’ll soon see- What thorny symbol could I be? Want it harder, shorter, or with a mythicalhsymbolic twist?

I'm small and round a juicy delight that waits within; sometimes I'm dried, or in a pie, a sweet treat that makes taste buds fly. What am I?

Your ride or die as you need With horns or wings, I am a mythical being From medieval times to the wild west I was amomg the very best