Answer:
With pointed fangs it sits in wait. With piercing force it doles out fate, over bloodless victims proclaiming its might. Eternally joining in a single bite.
A word I know, six letters it contains. Subtract just one and twelve remains.
I'm not man's best friend, I'm their enemy, I can mark your end, yet you do not see me, I am very small, but very tough, If you have me, then you have it rough.
Blend a teapot shot so the pearlies won’t rot!
Twigs and spheres and poles and plates. Join and bind to reason make.
There is a woman in a boat, on a lake, wearing a coat. If you want to know her name, it’s in the riddle I just wrote. What’s the woman’s name?