Encased in history a long, long time ago, I am the ancestors of modern day warfare. I pierce the air, hard as stone, finishing one off with a final blow. One hand can guide my way, but once you wish, I won’t delay.

Originally known for my love of the hunt, now my notoriety has gotten a shunt. No mention of the sting that I felt, for now I’m most known because of my belt.

Found underground, or in the depths of the sea, I tell of stories old and none of glee. Tragedy wrought by fire and ash, brought about by a mighty clash. Uncovered, I say do better, yet those in power don't heed my letter.

I weigh the hearts, yet have no scale, my feather judges, never fails. Beside the jackal, I stand serene, a goddess cloaked in justice supreme.

Researchers looking for a cure discovered humanity’s future, And after giving medicinal uses a try, came fire and sparks that rose up high. Though many saw beauty in colored flame, it was ensuing violence that gave this its name.