In the air I burn bright, and can light up the night; but you can ingest me to set your blood and bones right.

Unwelcome guest to an impossible feast. Crimson bloom on titanic beast. I pierce through armor, never bone. My bitter song, a monolith’s moan.

People love me. They might imitate my face, roast me, or have a rubber figurine of me. They may even yell my name at other people as a warning.

I make horse sounds, but I am not made of horses. You might see me in hawaiian golf courses.

I bring teeth, but I do not bring gum. You associate me with autumn.