A cat may wear me for a while, though only out of fright. An empire carved me into stone to honor glorious might.

Born in the dirt before the dawn of man I shake the mountains where I stand. I drink up rivers with my thirst, Of all God’s beasts, I am the first

I walk on four legs in the morning, Two legs in the afternoon, And three legs at night, What am I?

A red field's crown, A sleep of stone, A paper flower where grief is shown. What am I?

I reigned where temples kissed the desert sky, When ancient gods watched kingdoms die. I charmed great rulers, matched their might, Yet fate came creeping through the night. Rome came with iron in its teeth, To claim my river, land, and gold. Poison sealed what swords began, The final act of a fallen land.