My first three letters craft beauty and design, My last four prove truth and evidence enshrine. Within my core, a quiet me will hide, Altogether I’m something old and treasured worldwide.

I was once feared, but now I'm revered. I was forged in flame, yet time makes me tame. I drank of war, but thirst no more.

I come from a family of shady killers and once had a fearsome reputation. They know i'm harmless now and so they feast on my red flesh.

I span from folklore to medicine to Wolverine's foes. Once human, now horror, my curse only grows. I roam dark woods reminding of forbidden hunger's cost. Parsed differently, a way to tell Pan's friend to get lost.

I climb the ladders, dodge the flame, I rescue love, yet none know my name. I was the first, before I grew