Anglo-Saxon riddle poem. By: Al Ray
I am the most lethal beast to walk
upon the blessed earth. My feet had crossed all Lands and carried
me across the briny deep.
I am the children of Prometheus and
I am good, evil and all in between.
I am the tool-maker, trench digger,
and the timekeeper.
My cradle is the blue-white gem wondering
around the sphere of nearly eternal flame,
With a lesser silvery gem beside on
it's dance, all against a sheet of diamond studded black Velvet.
I am logic tempered with emotion's flame.
I am self-slayer and I ride the winds
in the bowels of metal birds.
My footsteps marred the face of Artemis
in her brother's name.
I ascend to the heavens on the tops
of gigantic bombs.
An Englishman once described me as
Adam's flesh and Adam's bone.
To many of me my flesh is a canvas.
To know me is to know thyself.
Who am I?