I guard my treasures deep in stone, A golden mask upon my throne. Though dead for centuries, I still reign, Beside the Nile's eternal plain.

Its yellow and it sometimes has holes in it.

I am a towering structure; I am a tiny footnote. I symbol divinity. I denote death. I could be found in a garden, or a museum, or a citation. What am I?

No hands I have, yet still I press, In moments thick with expectation’s stress.

Used to sign your name with, usually blue or black, Or sprayed out by a squid in a defensive attack, It used to be found dripping off the ends of quills, Or hiding under stoppers in the shallowest of wells