Left to wander in the cloud, rejected by the spheres. Until I’m freed, sent on a trip that may take many years. Enjoy my tail from ages past, my intension, don’t assume. I may bring life to barren lands, or spell your very doom.

I toll for kings and common men, I sing at six, then noon again. I wake the world, I mourn the dead, a voice of metal, overhead.

A royal revealer hidden out of sight, I kept her awake all through the night. Small and round I'm under twenty layers, used as a test to discover liars.

If you go out with me, I'll frighten the birds I'll make your ears pop and you'll never be heard. You'll know I was there if a gun barrel is warmed, I was a huge hit when the universe formed.

I make writing, but I am not made of wood or ink. You might see me in a older classroom.