Found on dragons, lizards, and the like, I fend off blades and arrows with ease. If you find me in a loo, step on my and cry out geez!

A strand of hair, a candle's dying breath, a flicker, a sliver of all that's left. Like a whisper, I'm barely there, a half faded memory, a wing and a prayer.

I throw a tantrum across the sky, leaving puddles when I pass by.

Built of gold along the shore, I rule a kingdom until four. With towers tall and moats so wide, I fall before the rising tide.

There's a song about them in Babylon. Just take one, like Proud Mary rolling on. Though made of tears, Justin is long gone.