Funnel

Circles I found in the corridor

It cast wind spells

Fiery and forceful

Like dragon so tough

Faster than bullet it travels

Yet tiny it conquers the biggest nation

It siphon any army that though small

To the largest and fearsome of all

It heave many great nations

From ashes to diamonds

That with willful blow

Converts weakness to power.

As long as the force grow

By the mighty hands of curves

It handles power to every armies.

By the time it comes to its age

Every powers come to an end

At one lightning strike

Of a wonderful foe

Power has come to an End.

Author's Note

Might be a little bit over exaggerated. But might help some readers of time.