Answer:
A leathery snake, with a stinging bite. I'll stay coiled up, unless I must fight.
Black we are and much admired. Many seek us if they are tired. We tire the horse, and comfort man, and turn White when we've fulfilled your plan.
What is put on a table, cut, but never eaten?
Screaming, soaring seeking sky. Flowers of fire flying high, Eastern art from ancient time, Name me now and solve this rhyme.
Voiceless it cries, wingless flutters, toothless bites, mouthless mutters.
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.