I never spoil, though ages pass me by. Made without hands, yet crafted with care. I come from flowers, but I’m not a bloom, and once I’m taken, the makers must work twice as hard.

Built to reflect her dear homeland In the realm of hand for a hand I am known by word of mouth Which may have named me too far south I may only put ten, such facts suck So please just name the lands of Marduk

Hairy and round A milky delight Cut me in half To emulate horses in flight

I can be any color but. I have no race I can decay but never die

Ring around my eye Helps me read, but I won't lie Two would work better