My colossal likeness was found By a traveler in a barren land Whose kingly visage tells of my character And whose demise is told by the sand

I am created when two opposites blend, in ancient history I was popular with a royal trend.

Create me and we might look similar, date me and I might be rather antiquated. A poor hand might make us look alarming, although a talented artist could make us look rather charming.

Eyes have beholded my wonder in the sky for countless years, some struck with wonder other with fears. On dark dreary nights I provide a fleeting glimpse of sight, or a swift end to those I touch even a slight.

Once a juggernaut of the sea, now only worn in a storm to protect thee.