Originally known for my love of the hunt, now my notoriety has gotten a shunt. No mention of the sting that I felt, for now I’m most known because of my belt.

Found underground, or in the depths of the sea, I tell of stories old and none of glee. Tragedy wrought by fire and ash, brought about by a mighty clash. Uncovered, I say do better, yet those in power don't heed my letter.

I weigh the hearts, yet have no scale, my feather judges, never fails. Beside the jackal, I stand serene, a goddess cloaked in justice supreme.

A Pan may try to tell my tale of hooves and horns to make you fail. For if inside me you do hail no soul around to hear you wail This gift was given to a king, not just for any Cretan, for if you’re lost within me long your heart will stop a-beatin

Researchers looking for a cure discovered humanity’s future, And after giving medicinal uses a try, came fire and sparks that rose up high. Though many saw beauty in colored flame, it was ensuing violence that gave this its name.