I flow like the sea in a crimson cave, And am often swapped with a date To show the passion that you both crave, But release me to show your hate

Scientists, pockets, engines, and bottles have this in common with me.

I flutter in silence, yet rule with might, wings painted in crimson sunset, or robes edged in light. In gardens I dance, in courts I preside, a creature, a crown, two worlds I divide.

The more I dry the wetter I get, what am I?

I am Something that is nothing to what I once was. you may find me in the desert wrapped in tan cloth. I start to roam if you happen to be out at night, yet when the sun rises steady I walk still.