I have been compared to a wing of a fairy. I have been compared to a wing of a moth. I am a delicate beauty and a master of disguise. Watch me take flight and have people be surprised.

In the sea, I leap with grace, a playful spirit in watery space. With a smile and a chat, I sing and dance, leading the way with a gentle prance.

Both the icon of loyalty And a spiteful curse

Bridge of light with no piers or a beam, Born from tears, and gone like a dream.

Born without breath, yet I sigh through the land, I forget where I started, I remember no end. I twist without turning, I run without feet, I carry the sky, yet drown what I meet. What am I?