A weapon of great power Its flame burns bright And for those who wield it Are granted its might. Eons of use, still so strong This weapon remembers, What happens, who's killed And when he who holds it Passes away, In an instant, Just like that The position is filled Until a being of light comes along Using the weapon Against its creator First killing the wielder, He who holds the power And Taking it for themselfs. Killing a god. What am I? -TCN CONGRATS, G50SHADESOFGREY