Each day, I rise, I recede, never fall: lands of earth know my touch, one and all- The wise once saw me as proof, the world is round: for heavens move me, a truth profound.

In nature and film my fierce type is shown, with a ferocious bite that tears through flesh and bone. Funny enough, the first part of my name Is something years ago, called ugly and lame.

I am shaped by pale lunar glow, but I do not have mind or will of my own. People often wade through my highs and rest when I'm low me.

I appear in a haunted house, but I am not a ghost or monster. You might see me in neglected areas and trees.

I make one's eyes better, but I do not make blind sighted. People often crunch and munch on me.