My gaze is deadly, my hair’s alive, One look at me, you won’t survive. Who am I, feared across the lands, With fate controlled by mortal hands?

In black attire with a raspy call, guardians of Odin's hall. Onyx wings take to the sky, wisdom's watchers, they fly high.

Born of storm and secret flame; I guard the old, forgotten name. Crowned in fear, I do not die; but my presence scorches the sky. What am I?

I stood before radar, before radio's call, a steadfast guardian through tempest and squall. By flame, by lens, by electric might, I pierced the dark with guiding light. What am I, watching each night?

I start with a greeting, a simple hello. I end with a tale, legends stitched in a row. Tie them together, and you will see, Adventures that keep the past in memory.