I am the destroyer of mountains, the killer of kings. I always fly by, yet I don't have wings. I can end basketball games or marriages with similar ease. And though I flow like a stream, only water can freeze.

A creative mind, a troubled soul. A pity I had to go. Now listen once, but not twice: I long to see the stars tonight, but these sunflowers are rather nice.

My colossal likeness was found By a traveler in a barren land Whose kingly visage tells of my character And whose demise is told by the sand

I have been alluded to all throughout the eons and the tomes of the past. The people of the planet have called me many things, a sign of a god, or destruction, or both. However, I simply flash by, resigned to my fate as I dissolve.

Modern children get hooked on my use, Some forms of me are swallowable and prone to abuse, A paper of stone, words chiselled in All share this word - let the guessing begin!