Answer:
Where I am there is no south, west, nor east, and weather is not fit for man or beast. What am I?
What tastes better than it smells?
A single syllable do I claim black was my most famous name; Fetal to mortals here below thousands have I slain in a single blow.
I am born in fear raised in truth and I come to my own in deed. When comes a time that I'm called forth I come to serve the cause of need.
I am rubber you can eat!
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.