I lie where life should perish fast, Yet in my bounds, green shadows last. A mirror born of desert’s sigh, Where weary feet and camels lie. What am I?

My six letter name is shortened from Latin, and us completes my Latin name; all before, we were removed. My origins Welsh by name and fame, with Celtic roots sadly hidden; I tied to a king, with a table like a ring, and of fairness I was often spoken. I was guided by literary figure, with magical fame to my name; though please search my original Welsh name.

I am nothing like my mom or dad - maybe I was altered in the womb. Start with an alternative to he she they, then add a James Bond doctor. Next the creator of Star Trek if you knew him well, finish with the opposite of bro, or maybe not so different.

I am not a common word, But I am a common way to get from place to place, More specifically, from rock face to rock face, Or how a bridge may span a gully. My head and tail are a beloved alien, in reverse, My inner is a group of party animals, aglow, And my whole form kinda rhymes with, the line two lines ago.

Though she may be the lone stand on the beach Her stock is always at an arms reach If she ever needs some more She may always check the seashore