Answer:
It holds no blessings in disguise. Its rhymes are aimed at your demise, it's cast only to ruin, Whatever you are doin'.
They belong to me; they belong to you; They can make you feel happy or make you feel blue; They never end until the day you do.
By Moon or by Sun, I shall be found. Yet I am undone, if there's no light around
Pirates put their booty in it.
A slow, solemn square-dance of warriors feinting. One by one they fall, warriors fainting, thirty-two on sixty-four.
I’m grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.