A small flask can light me up you can say without me I'm sure a flop.

I armor a finger, while needles invade, I once toured a board where fortunes were made. A tiny tin helmet, no soldier inside, Where giants sew kingdoms, I happily hide.

In the hearth's glow, a flicker small, a dancing spark, a fire's call. Cozy tales by the fireside, where warmth and light gently reside.

If I give this to you it's a friendly exchange. If it escapes the ocean you better get out of range.

The desolation of human fog ..