I have everything yet, Feels so empty. I have so much light, Yet it is so dark.

Within your dwelling I may be found. Deftly, I travel with nary a sound. With blades at the ready, I am poised to kill. Unless of your attention, I have drunk my fill.

I used to walk, but now I'm cured, So you won't have to chase me. I come from someplace smoky, And you just can't wait to taste me!

Below the high table where devil smokes, proteas bloom in colourful cloaks. Cultures mingle, many tongues, many songs, At continent’s tip where two seas belong. Penguins march and whales confide, name this city where oceans collide.

I am always above you, And I am often blue. Buildings like to scrape me, And airplanes race across me.