Answer:
The Titanic is still here.
I am always hungry I must always be fed. The finger I lick will soon turn red.
I fill a room but take no space.
You do not want me when you donβt have me, but when you have me you donβt want to lose me. What am I?
Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that never rust.
I fly to any foreign parts assisted by my spreading wings. My body holds an hundred hearts Nay I will tell you stranger things when I am not in haste I ride and then I mend my pace anon.