Answer:
Although I am still, in families I run. I continue to live on in a living one. As one continues to draw breath, I will not rust. However, when one stops drawing breath, I will become mere dust. What am I?
It flies around all day but never goes anywhere? What is it?
I am shared by goats devils and unicorns.
I am in truth a yellow fork from tables in the sky by inadvertent fingers dropped the awful cutlery. Of mansions never quite disclosed and never quite concealed the apparatus of the dark to ignorance revealed.
I look at you you look at me I raise my right you raise your left.
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.