My veins are all wires, my bones are all steel, I walk, work, and obey, but never can feel.

I armor a finger, while needles invade, I once toured a board where fortunes were made. A tiny tin helmet, no soldier inside, Where giants sew kingdoms, I happily hide.

In the hearth's glow, a flicker small, a dancing spark, a fire's call. Cozy tales by the fireside, where warmth and light gently reside.

I measure milk and water too, A sturdy jug may carry me through. Four little quarts are in my care, Yet smaller measures find me there. I’m bigger than a bottle, but not quite a barrel. Pour me out slowly, if you dare. What am I?

I dive into a sunless sea, To steal the night and set it free. A hollow bone that drinks the dark, Upon a silent shore I mark. What am I ?