Finger of stone Pointing up high Four sides not more A witness of time

Behold, for I am The Talking Stick For ages I have been a symbol, a conduit, of power Ordained by deities, birthright, or selection of the masses, I will continue my duty of drawing attention to the most important figure in the room Strike your enemies down with just a wave of my head Focus your intent through me, and we can change the world

I once moved empires without a sword, crossed oceans in a wooden horde. A pinch of me can wake the tongue, old wars were fought when I was young.

Around the rugged rod The wheel does spin Transferring great energies Built from within. Quite similar to The planetary rotating point. Of WWII Under one name, forces joint.

Divine be the beast, tombed amongst kings and queens. A stealth driven feast: predeceases a clean. Its blades are recessed until they feel the need, a slit for sight, helps hunting at night, if it fits then it sits, yes indeed.