You carry my weight, but not on your back. I’m a guest from the past many resist. I am what you gain when you have lack. If I am settled, I don’t exist.

Rows and beads I carry with ease, ancient tool to calculate with ease.

Cloaked in whispers, I evade the morn, Sanguine hunger bids me lorn. No shadow follows where I tread, Yet hearts fall silent when I am fed

I am a lord under the earth, I am a dwarf above it. I have five icy children who, circled in my arms, I covet. I once shared my family’s title but have been stripped of my worth; discriminated by my size and position of my birth.

I fly high on a metal frame. Could be a message or a claim. If I am white - a soldier’s request. If I am red - danger’s assessed.