Nationalistic vows I seek From where I justify deceit, a shed of blood reeks Where a hog below sleeps And the hog above reliefs Until that hog griefs The voice held high up the mountain may not weep I create this all with a sneak What am I?

Tall and silent, it reaches for the sky, a stone sentinel standing the test of time, marking tales untold. It points, not with fingers, but with ancient pride.

Your ride or die as you need With horns or wings, I am a mythical being From medieval times to the wild west I was amomg the very best

Most often one blue and one brown, but other combinations can be found. Aristotle was the first to describe this, famous was Anastasius the first, dubbed dikoros. Another was Goethe, and here I’ll leave ya.

Remove my first, and I am a legendary Justice - R.I.P. Add FUL to the end, and I hope you are, at least when we speak. Remove my second and fourth; read me backwards for a tiny, shack-like place. Remove my first and last, and you may feel like you're in one at times. Read me as a whole, and I’m a synonym for part of the best policy.