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.