Lighter than a feather, I abound in the heavens far beyond our skies But seek me out not, for I once brought a great flying beast to a fiery demise.

A humble friend of the red and pale, I provide food and drink, but not ale. Long ago a blighted prize, Leading many to demise.

This title from nearly four decades past, was meant to be a company's last. Four warriors of light sent out by their king, to defeat chaos and peace to the world bring.

I sound like I belong on an ear of corn I look like I belong in early US history But I am a word that belongs in the army

I have no face, yet I watch all. I speak no words, but I heed no call. I cannot stop, I will not stay, I march forever, night and day. I heal, I break, I build, I fade I end all kings and toys once made.