Its an Iceberg
Stronger than steel, yet lighter than cotton Found in a corner, forever forgotten I bother so many, but marvel a few You can't seem to make me I'm a mystery to you.
Looking at my face, I'm no more than six. Look at the rest of me and I'm 21. You'll see my twin and me in Las Vegas. Say my name and you'd be uttering a threat.
What am I?
I cannot be other, than what I am, until the man who made me dies, power and glory will fall to me finally, Only when he last closes his eyes. What am I?
