In a glass dome, a bright idea springs, With Edison’s spark, the darkness it swings. A filament's dance, the shadow's flight, A tiny sun in the curtain of night.

Born in eighties and still captivated your mind, Birthed a legend who jumped and climbed, Ladders and barrels were my tools, Rescuing damsel was for fools.

Once worshipped as A God. We don't care if you just give us a nod. We want love on our own time. Don't go to the bathroom alone. Don't be late for dinner time.

People love me. I been stolen to be sold. I have traveled across the world. I have been around before America was founded. What am I?

I am beauty and love, lover of war and the second in line of the light