I have one lens, but see the world in two. I magnify, yet am not a telescope's view. I perch upon a face, a singular display, a sign of elegance, or perhaps a bygone day.

My name is a color, but it's not why I'm sweet, I'm Venus and Mars, and a star without heat, I'm a symbol of war, and I'm quite close to death, But my hips will still sway when you can't feel my breath

I’m a handy mover, with my long handle and tines you can use me to move many materials. Though, despite my humble facade, pair me with a torch and I’m suddenly a symbol of protest and revolt.

There are more of me on earth than there are known stars. I am not alive though some people believe that. I am around for so long that I even shaped humans on a genetic basis. Most people dislike me but in some cases I can be useful for humans.

Three I extend, firm in stance, a keeper still in sacred trance. Upon me sat the oracles of old, their tongues ablaze with truths untold. Neither beast nor man am I, yet I have stood where gods drew nigh.