Ships that fly through the cosmos-we once began afloat on oceans, in ages gone by. Businesses use me as a name for small, for-profit entities; the same word as the ships apply. Stolen by a rental agency-one far too large for my name to justify.

The first word is the end-something every living thing must face. The second is high in the sky-we see one by day, and countless by night. Put them together, and only two were made: monstrous things built to destroy, both great and small.

Form of poetry Oftentimes about nature With Japanese roots

I'm not something you see in the sky Nor the rodents that make many cry Instead I describe certain powerful guys Or something that would leave nobody to cry What am I?

I’m long, I’m royal, and I’m held with pride, A firm little symbol kings keep by their side. I’m stroked, I’m polished, I’m raised when they’re bold. What am I?