Once a doctor's life-saving invention, slasher villains now wield me with the opposite intention.

On paper we record history for keeps. On phone we ignore some ignorant tweets. As a noun I helped society remember its prime. As a verb I am often seen as a waste of time.

Each day, I rise, I recede, never fall: lands of earth know my touch, one and all- The wise once saw me as proof, the world is round: for heavens move me, a truth profound.

On my night you’ll visit those you love, bring their favorite foods but share none. You’ll dance and sing their favorite tunes, but they will not listen. You’ll light candles they cannot see, and watch as they glisten.

Freed from stone, skimmed from food Raised from sand, squeezed from wood Washed from flesh or pressed from fruit Oceans bloodied for this loot