I'm a creature of lore, with eyes of flame, claws that catch, and jaws that bite. Beware me, if I whiffle towards you, burbling as I come!

I'm white as snow, but snow I'm not. I'm green as head, but head I'm not. I'm red as blood, but blood I'm not. I'm black as ink, but ink I'm not. What am I?

I exist as a state between life and death, Sometimes people come back from me, sometimes they'll get laid to rest, I can be medically-induced, or caused by traumatic injury, Or maybe your sugar is too high or low, a diabetic me

My first contemptuously mimicks you. My second sounds like the tenth in line. I'm a symbol of rebellion, fiery and true. I don't exist in your world, only in mine.

I'm a process that occurs beneath the surface of the Earth, I replace once-living remains with inorganics, but of my finished work there is a dearth Well I can't preserve everything, you know how hard it is to protect a gene? My favorite song involves repeating two stomps and a clap, by the British band Queen