Answer:
Turn us on our backs and open up our stomachs you will be the wisest of men though at start a lummox.
What is that you will break everytime you name it?
This only turns over once you have travelled very far. What is it?
Always wax, yet always wane: I melt, succumbed to the flame. Lighting darkness, with fate unblest, I soon devolve to shapeless mess.
Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters. What is it?
I have two eyes in the front and a lot of eyes on my tail