I rise above the fields, but I’m no mountain tall, With a crown at the top, I overlook it all. Climb up my sides and the view will unfold What am I, standing proud on a ....?

Gothic gave me a pose, monsters gave me a mob. I throw straw overhead, yet farming is my job.

I have witnessed every bad hair day, and kept every secret to myself.

What has no weight, can be seen by the naked eye and if you put it in a barrel, it makes the barrel lighter?

I hold the whole universe in a pane of clear glass, Stealing your moments as your lifetime walks past. What am I ?