I make the heavens and earth quake, with glimmering blade and deafening roar, I leave naught but ashes in my wake, for the taller foes I yearn even more.

I roar and shout as I please, battling only the tallest and strongest enemies. My power is heard for miles on the breeze, yet until I attack I am unseen. My sword carries the brightest gleam, despite having never been sheathed.

I flicker soft in twilight’s grip, a tiny dancer on night’s lip. I wear a lantern on my back, to guide the dark along its track. Though not a star, I briefly shine, what am I? A tiny glow divine.

I stop all the work, I end every frame, I flash in a storm, I change up the game. What am I?

Ancient sailors guided by, these glittering jewels of the night sky. Adrift in the universe, they mark their place. With their light come from space. Burning balls of nuclear gas, that daily we all see one pass.