Answer:
A dragons tooth in a mortals hand I kill I maim I divide the land.
I hatch without food
I love to twist and dance. Though wingless I fly high up into the sky.
I wear a red robe with staff in hand and a stone in my throat.
I have memories but none of my own whatever's on my inside is what is shown. If I'm ever different it's because you changed me I feel like a decoration here for you to arrange me.
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.