I am made of metal and used to hit nails, now you will get to read my tale.
I was created long ago in a factory that was holy,
I ended up becoming a part of history.
Used to hit stuff and give it a shape, I could be used to break glass in case you need a quick escape.
I’m handy, a legend, I am a weapon of vengeance.
I used to have a name, then a Goddess broke me down,
I used to be mighty now I’m lying on the ground.
She held me on her palm, even though I was coming like a rocket,
Used to be the hammer of Thor, now I am just a tool in a pocket.