Answer:
Metal or bone I may be, many teeth I have and always bared. Yet my bite harms no one. And ladies delight in my touch.
Mountains will crumble and temples will fall. And no man can survive its endless call.
I fly through the air on small feathered wings, seeking out life and destroying all things.
What can stand in place of a country but still fold away in a drawer?
What has six faces and twenty-one eyes?
What do angels sing in the shower?