The ancients used it to battle at a distance. It is how the sophisticated catch the olive in their martini. Append mint, and you may taste it first thing in the morning and last thing at night.

A break in the silence or a brittle line torn, A call for attention, or a temper worn.

Countless worlds are bound within me, I'm a great companion during a candlelit night. No need to charge me but I will recharge you.

Whispers from Pandora's box, a fire that fuels the stars and a cat's nine lives, ever seeking the unknown paths, yet not a single door will ever close. Also, it killed the cat...

You expected compliance I gave without struggle You ignited the world And set me up Just as intended