Dogs famously do it, Humans wear it, For style or through misuse, I become holy.

I have legs but don't walk I hold you steady

I swallow dough and breathe out heat, A metal mouth where meals are sweet. I don’t eat, yet I help you dine; What am I, warm and built to shine?

Fierce warrior of time, spinning tales anew, Grooves of battle scars, songs of strength so true. Round and black, it conquers sound's endless night, An epic of sound, forged in circular might.

Towering over edge, For those who drag and dredge, A monument to focus aim, But don’t go up the ledge. Spinning beams beckon, A landmark taming dark. Known to have a keeper, Who gives the saving spark.