To put something on is the word at my start To lock what's unlocked is second part's art Together four-legged creature they form One without wings, talons, venom, and horn

I wear a coat I never chose, My fingers stretch where no wind blows. I drink with feet, yet never roam, And hold my breath through winter’s dome. I count the years in silent rings, And cradle nests and whispered things. What am I?

A light that dances briefly, Like a flame in the wind's cold grasp, Fading fast, blink and it's gone

Burning heart of earth, Spreads swift with a whispered wind, Destruction's red breath

I pull without hands, hold oceans in place, bind stars in silent dance, and keep you tethered to the ground.