Pull the door or push it wide, I always stay at its side.

I begin with a leap, but then slow to a hop. I can defeat any opponent, but only at two and ten o'clock. With seven sisters, until the end of the line, Ever onward I march, one step at a time. At the finish I'm rewarded with a title and crown, And an enemy king I need to hunt down.

I’m soft, delicate, and silky, but if you’re wrapped in me, you’ll scream - if you can. What am I.

A journey began because of me. An empire fell because of me. To one, I was merely a circle of gold. To another, I became my precious. I can seal a vow, tempt a heart, Or change the fate of an entire world.

I am of great abundance, spread far and wide. Collected by the neglected, and returned to by all.