You see me in horror movies, You see me before blackout, I am light's hiccup, I warn you.

If a deep secret is brought to the surface, the one who revealed it blows this on purpose. It’s the very last sign a conductor will make, a sound you must hear for your journey's sake.

I wear a shell, but I am no turtle, I can be beaten, but never defeated. The lore of my fall became a legendary tale, Yet no king’s men could ever put me back together.

Made for champions, though runners up get me too. Sometimes everyone gets one, consolation included. Prize may fit, but that is not my name. Call me a cup, a ring, or something earned in the game.

This zesty delight, makes pies and teas taste just right. Though sour as a grumpy heart, it brings sunshine to a tasty tart.