I bear no crown, yet guard my throne, In paper walls by jaws alone. My temper’s short, my waist is too... Approach in peace, or you may rue.

Within my mouth, the offering dies, Its bones left black beneath the cries. I whisper warmth in breathless air, While watchers linger, lost in stare.

I am known for a body of water, but I do not think you can swim in me. You might even avoid me altogether me.

I named an animal after myself, as it shared my way of life. The other six of my kind pass me by, as I cannot lift a finger. As deadly as I am, among the living, I am rife. As countless days pass us by, you and I will linger.

I sound like my name, but I do not sound like the feeling i name. You might hear me in the moments before the sting..