Answer:
A warrior among the flowers, he bears a thrusting sword. He uses it whenever he must, to defend his golden hoard.
What goes in the water black and comes out red?
While I did live, I food did give, which many one did daily eat. Now being dead, you see they tread me under feet about the street.
For our ambrosia we were blessed, By Jupiter, with a sting of death. Though our might, to some is jest, We have quelled the dragon's breath. Who are we?
Creeping on its belly, curled into a ring. Eyes forever open, beware its lethal sting
I am the fountain from which no one can drink. For many I am considered a necessary link. Like gold to all I am sought for, but my continued death brings wealth for all to want more.