Some of us are made of iron, oil and smoking steel. Others fly in V-formation, where the sun is most ideal. I'm built to shape the skyline but pain I can not feel. The epic pose shown by Miyagi is so strong it's unreal.

Born in fire, shaped by hand, I sit upon a slender stand. I have a lip but cannot speak, A shallow pool is what I keep. Raised in cheers, filled with wine, At royal feasts, I brightly shine.

Made of bone, I grow strong and hard, rile my bearer and I join the clash. Count my points, though years they cannot tell. I leave my crown behind, then grow anew.

Spun by a creature small and shy, within a cocoon it waits nearby. Though meant to shelter future wings, I instead become cloth for queens and kings.

I am a floor that no one built, a mirror that cannot be hung. I am born from the sky's tears but killed by the kiss of the sun. Step on me, and I shatter; walk away, and I heal without a scar.Though I am shallow enough to drown an ant, I can hold the reflection of every star. What am I?