Answer:
Scythe of darkness, Shadow’s light. Guiding eye of thirteenth sight.
What force and strength cannot get through. I, with a gentle touch, can do. Many in the street would stand. Were I not a friend at hand.
Grows from the ground, bushes and grass, leaves of yellow, red and brow, unruly plants, get the axe, trim the hedge back down.
What goes through the door without pinching itself? What sits on the stove without burning itself? What sits on the table and is not ashamed?
I fly through the air on small feathered wings, seeking out life and destroying all things.
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?