I drift through your mind like a soft, distant song, From days that felt right, though they're now long gone. A scent, or a phrase, and I suddenly gleam Half shadow, half sunlight, a sweet, aching dream.

From womb of the queen, through chaos I came, to challenge the shadow that murdered my name. An eye for the truth, though one I did lose, I soar where the sun and the kings both choose.

I have wings in the west, but not in the east. I can have five heads or one, have four legs or none. I might hoard wealth high in the mountains, or far below in long forgotten dungeons. I only survive in folktales, but real lizards share my scales.

I am one who loves to battle and spar. I can take the shape of a sphere, god, or bar. Whether a rocky giant, or a god with great fame, You should know that the Roman's are responsible for my name.

Over one hundred years of life, I have much to tell. I am somewhat of a riddler myself, when something precious is on the line. Who am I?