You may count me as someone of unimportance and harmlessness,
but I am the one who can make you want to tear your eyes out or cry out of glee.
You could call me a nighthawk as well,
for when I come out that is all I see.
If you want, I can help you with your problems,
it all depends which gate I come out of.
The one of ivory or the one of horn?
It's your pick.
Alcyone could be of reference,
for I have helped her with her out of obliviousness.
Even with all this I still need some help,
that is where my brothers fill in all of my gaps.
Some like to depict gods with an object,
with the King it’s a thunderbolt, and with his messenger it’s wings;
but the poppy goes for my father and me.
If it wasn’t for my father I would be useless,
like a bird with no wings.
Who am I?
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