They call me a god wherever I rome and Close to the heat is where I call home. Seven siblings I have, now that one’s gone. I shepherded men atop mighty redstone. I make you reflect when I pour on the scene. I’ve made kings mad, and led a great queen

A frozen cloak I wear beneath the sun, a silence thick, yet still undone. My trees stay low, my stars shine high, with dancing lights across the sky. I’m harsh, I’m bold, both still and grand, a frozen breath upon the land.

I can wave, but I cannot shake your hand. People use me to Identify.

What runs, but never walks. Murmurs, but never talks. Has a bed, but never sleeps. And has a mouth, but never eats?

Some say I am a failed star because of my Helium and Hydrogen, but this is false. In both worlds, I am known for my storms. Boys go here as a significant rite of passage.