I start as a loop, a slip, and a slide, To the eye of a feather, I'm firmly allied. Named for a Major, I hold through the fight, Ensuring the lure stays cinched and tight.

Some claim these aren’t real. It took Alfred Hitchcock to make them scary. Spelled differently, they turn, turn, turn

Named by all who came before, the Greeks and Romans rule these celestial skies. If you connect the dots just so, the lines image appear just so. From twins to hunters, no image is lacking.

An old Japanese art does using gold In new times it's hardly done at all You can do it to young or old You most likely need it after a brawl

The first was wise The last was not. The third loved saints The second loved wroth. The fifth died far too young The fourth was called usurper. Who could I be, I wonder?