Sleeping Beauty pricked her finger, now I grow and linger. Upwards the tower I go, blossoming and blooming until a hundred years later, there comes her beau.

Sweet and fragrant is my specialty and the rest you can say it's history

A small little thing, with a heck of an effect, once lodged in a lions paw. Take it out and make a friend, just ask Androcles.

I have many ribs but no lungs, and I stand tall to keep you safe. I am a wall made of many parts, yet you can see the sky through my gaps if you stand close. I am often made of wood, sharpened at the top like a row of pencils, meant to discourage a climb. I am not a building, but I define where the building begins. What am I?

In galaxies far, a saga is told, of light and dark with sabers bold. A force unseen, battles unfold, where stars clash in stories old.