Born in silence, fed on leaves, I am torn from living sleep. Worms die so kings may shine. I crossed empires soaked in blood, passed hand to hand through plague and greed. Roads were named for me, yet I never chose the journey.

I show you a figment of the picture's whole. I share the pigment with the purest charcoal. I'll come with you wherever you tred, but I'll never go in your stead.

All the printed symbols match The pale skin's rosy glow An overabundant wealth of cash Clean water's washing flow

One two three, you can slalom on me. Two three four, all the blood you adore. Two three, chinese philosophy. Three four, when you enter a door. Fully, I cover head, shoulder, toe knee, What am I, one two three four, from your crown to the floor?

A magazine with a high number of bullets. I am also used to store harmful chemicals. I can often be found in marching bands or be used to intimidate my enemies on the battlefield.