I may be a goddess, or simply a thought, I’m chased when I’m present, missed when I’m not. To ponder, to wonder, or someone to use, I carry all meanings, for I am a...?

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?