I have cities, but no houses. I have mountains, but no trees. I have water, but no fish. What am I?

W is my shape, though M may be what you see, banished to space for all eternity. angering the sea nympths, the beauty of my daughter Andromeda and I made us flee. long enough on the run, I could not beat the beauty's toll, my vanity my ultimate toll.

I am surrounded by a lot of hedges, but I do not have a map. You might find me in large Victorian gardens, and amusement parks.

I hide a city of tunnels where the magic is staged, And a savannah of concrete where beasts aren't caged. I am the second son, yet blessed with the size To hide the reality from visiting eyes.

I move without legs, I roar without a mouth, I swallow ships and spit them out, I dance with moonlight, fierce and proud