" I am the blade that is swung by your hand,
Slicing a rainbow's arc,
I am the clapper, but you are the bell,
Tolling the gathering dark.
If you are the singer, then I am the song,
A threnody, requiem, dirge.
You've mad me the answer for all the world’s need,
Humanity’s undying urge "

― Neal Shusterman , Scythe (Arc of a Scythe, #1)