I have a deep red glow, but I do not have a place for me to go. I am often seen in the dark night sky, flying up and up until I die.

I have many holes, but I do not have a way to escape. I am known for catching many in my wake.

With fire and hammer, I shape the unyielding, turning metal to blade and horseshoe gleaming. Though I don no armor, I forge the knight's shield, crafting tools for battles in every field.

Sometimes I am thick, sometimes I am thin. Sometimes I'm alone, but I should have a twin. Sometimes I am black, sometimes I am white. Sometimes I am short, sometimes I am tall. It's better, when it's hot, if I'm not there at all.

I have horns but no body, my pulse beats and thrums with no heart, I am made of wood and metal and wind and skin.