Answer:
Three little letters. A paradox to some. The worse that it is, the better it becomes.
Though blind as well, can lead the blind well.
My first is in wield, sever bones and marrow. My second is in blade, forged in cold steel. My third is an arbalest, and also in arrows. My fourth is in power, plunged through a shield. My fifth is in honor, and also in vows. My last will put an end to it all.
What goes around the world and stays in a corner?
It can pierce the best armor and make swords crumble with a rub, yet for all its power It can't harm a wooden club.
Why was the cook arrested?