Answer:
I can be written, I can be spoken, I can be exposed, I can be broken.
What is put on a table, cut, but never eaten?
A slow, solemn square-dance of warriors feinting. One by one they fall, warriors fainting, thirty-two on sixty-four.
It happens when something has been cut with H2O.
I dig out tiny caves and store gold and silver in them. I also build bridges of silver and make crowns of gold. They are the smallest you could imagine. Sooner or later everybody needs my help. Yet many people are afraid to let me help them.
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.