Often seen in the hands of Zeus, Though my depictions are somewhat loose, For in real life I'm no uniform shape, Just a path from the heavens to the landscape My name is also a word which means a fast run, Or a latch for a door you slide a bar on, If you have a screw loose you can also use me, Usually paired with a nut to keep things securely

I’m like a rattle for cattle Lots of people seem to want more, more, more.

Creating dancing shadows upon where light is cast this rustic flashlight is a blast from the past.

When fire fades, I often stay, a powder pale and soft as clay. Yet from my bed, so tales convey, a phoenix may be reborn one day.

Folded in half twelve times is the world record, this was four thousand feet long when done.