Answer:
Twigs and spheres and poles and plates. Join and bind to reason make.
A nut cracker up in a tree.
I move without wings, Between silken string, I leave as you find, My substance behind.
At first, I am nothing. Add something to negate. Add again to oppose. Add again to find the time to draw. Add once more to find nobody at all.
I cut through evil like a double edged sword, and chaos flees at my approach. Balance I single-handedly upraise, through battles fought with heart and mind, instead of with my gaze.
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.