I have a spine but no bones, ribs but no flesh. Born from folded stillness, I bloom when the sky weeps, only to wither back in to myself when the tears cease.

I bared my teeth, a bat took flight, My voice a storm in heavy night. Prince of Darkness, yet I shine, Now I rest in endless Sabbath time.

The first place the sun touches every day. The king of horror was born by my bay. My lighthouses shine over rocky seas, Where lobsters wander as they please.

I have a lot of potential, but I do not have a good sense of boundaries or my limits. I am often seen in a spiral but sometimes hang around collecting dust.

I resemble a greenhouse, but I do not grow plants. You can care for birds with me.