I am a word of power, with strong surges and fluid movements. I'm also the present day, for those up to date. But please, don't confuse me for my fruity cousin

I am a messenger to some, whose final day has come. I was a seer to others, to which death was no bother. A black storm on the sky, I observe life with my all-seeing eye. Many think I mean no good, by humanity, I am grossly misunderstood.

You'll eat me if you speak too soon, hear me if a corpse is strewn; very few have liked my croon, a murder wakes after the moon.

I appear in a field, but I am not a food crop. You might see me in clothing.

Golden, comforting, ominous, profound; In excess, I can be heavy and loud. Where people are less, I am more likely to be found.