I sound like sweetness, a pet name; I was a scourge, stoker of war's flame.

Take a common measure of milk, add an ‘e’. Sailed after stolen on the seven seas.

I sought for a friend in a world full of fear, But my face brings a scream whenever I’m near. With a spark and a stitch, I rose from the clay, A giant in shadow who just wants to stay.

I am not a place, yet I take you away, To colors of nights that no longer stay. I soften the past with a golden hue, And make old moments feel fresh and true.

Stalwart giant, reaching high, rooted strong in earth, you scrape the sky. From your lofty perch, horizons unfold, tales of height and strength are told , someone was held captive by me for years in a fairytale.