Part of eight, which used to be nine. Name represents spring farming, to encourage a healthy reaping. While a ball of hot cause, even once thought a star, my ice rings are always present.

A place for a man to take a step, or for mankind to take a giant leap.

Sealed inside a dubious gift, The lid, a curious woman did lift, Releasing every plague and sin, Save for me, still trapped within

My first is a historical capital city, with stories inside the Bible, though in this context, the words roots come from wootz. My second is formed by forging iron and carbon, it make up is in cutlery items. When you combine the two, you get a special type of material, folded, for strength and design.

I’m not silver nor gold, yet I gleam with pride. A mix of two metals, side by side. I mark third on podiums high, In statues and medals, I never lie.