My radiant light composed of four
And twirling blades of single more
Can end one where they lay
From up above in broad of day
Only held by metal wire
And thick cement that might give way
My every shake revealing
Of evil plot deceiving
To one day strike and fan away

I may be old or may be new
I may be loud as danger brew
Long are the years I wait
And every day's my pending date
When left unpulled I gather dust
And then in roar retaliate
My every hang disguising
Of peaceful hung realizing
That I am theirs to subjugate

My source of life is surging in
Although I'm dead and cold within
I watch all as they sleep
Whether slight or fallen deep
If in count all hope is dire
If I decide to slay their sheep
My every crash destroying
And all below imploring
To not bend low and bid my sweep