Hippies signed me, doves deliver me, wars end when I arrive.

I sound like arrow, but that is not what I am. I carry death, kings, cups, and more, to lay out futures foretold. I am a full deck, but not meant for play; if read poorly, you may start to pray.

The Olympics begin with one A match can spark it Blow on candles untill there's none A fire can't start until it's lit

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall Humpty Dumpty had a great fall All the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't put Humpty together again

Born in the east where scholars made their mark, A silent skin for thought, from light to dark. I carry vows and wars, both truth and caper, Fold me, burn me, sign me, what am I?