There’s a man who enjoys all your meat as he dines, which gives thrills and sends chills running down your spine. Also a woman haunted by an animal’s scream looking for a man who has a hose and a basket of cream.

My gaze is deadly, my hair’s alive, One look at me, you won’t survive. Who am I, feared across the lands, With fate controlled by mortal hands?

I have a golden head in the sun's warm gaze, then a puff of white in my final days. I provide flavor to a summer's sweet wine, but with one strong breath, you send a wish of mine

I’m secretly watching, providing an ear. Legends say I’ve made way to a giant’s frontier.

I run all day but never walk. I always murmur, never talk. A mouth I have but never eat. I have a bed but never sleep.