I roar and shout as I please, battling only the tallest and strongest enemies. My power is heard for miles on the breeze, yet until I attack I am unseen. My sword carries the brightest gleam, despite having never been sheathed.

I flicker soft in twilight’s grip, a tiny dancer on night’s lip. I wear a lantern on my back, to guide the dark along its track. Though not a star, I briefly shine, what am I? A tiny glow divine.

I stop all the work, I end every frame, I flash in a storm, I change up the game. What am I?

I am known for emptiness, but I do not live. You might die in me.

A giant that sleeps beneath the sky, clad in a coat of stone and green, touching clouds with its mighty crown of white.