Ever burning, ever dying. Those around me whirling, flying. Fusing that which burns to float, covered in a windy moat. Oft exaggerated flares. Little to my light compares. No father, mother do I have. My light a seaman's scalding salve.

I dwell where fire once kissed the stone, in silent cliffs and caverns grown. I’m born in time, through pressure deep, yet in my gleam, no light shall sleep. Kings have craved my glassy might; dark as night. Sharp as light. What am I?

Greener than grass, at times often crass, a monster I can be. Though, sometimes I strive, to give one a drive...Mostly I torment thee, eating grudges with glee, poisoning thy minds sea.

Too much of me and you'll die, but with just enough, you'll survive. You find me all over the place, even in outer space. I'm in a bottle of wine, Alone, I can't make you feel divine. I'm sharper than a knife. As I said before, I can take your life.

Having been me, you’re sorry for me, Though I may seal your fate, The foil of a set alarm, I and a rabbit had a date.