In the darkest black with a metal skin, I warned of an attack, One if by land, two if by sea A nation soon to be free

I’m a prismed shell that drinks the sun, yet shelters no person when day is done. Within my walls, the green convene, In silent warmth, a hidden scene.

I have three legs, sometimes four I help you rest, when your feet are sore Of sizes I am many, but my structure stays at core Reading upright, you might be near me so much more

I am pulled from mother Earth beaten into shape and made into a murderer I am covered in blood what am i

I grip with steel or grow with care, I cap your fingers, slim and bare. I seal two boards or win the test, With steady aim, I beat the rest.