I come before events unfold, An omen in the air. I whisper hints of things untold, Foreshadowing despair.

I can ride the wind, but I cannot move without it. You might see me in a pirate movie, Jolly Roger above .

the bigger I get, the harder to deflate, in fact most people will start to hate me. freud spoke it best, about not letting this go to your head. three words were written, though only one is used, but if you add super, it helps me be right or wrong.

W is my shape, though M may be what you see, banished to space for all eternity. angering the sea nympths, the beauty of my daughter Andromeda and I made us flee. long enough on the run, I could not beat the beauty's toll, my vanity my ultimate toll.

What's in my pocket? I'll give you a hint: The head of a fork, an unwrapped mint A lexical invention, Fortuna's balm And grease for the crease of Charon's palm