Metal is my body; I have no blood.
One thousand stir fries I've cooked.
Heated by flame, a little too hot.
Have withstood stains never to be clean.
Yet, everything in me can spoil.
So while I stay, Why can't I eat.
I am the bone of my old world.
Past is my body, and future is my blood.
I have caved for thousands of decades.
Unknown to Myth.
Nor known by Fact.
Have withstood pain to create many legends.
Yet, those horns will never hole anything.
So as i pray, unlimited history works.