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My first is in wield, sever bones and marrow. My second is in blade, forged in cold steel. My third is in 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.
This is rectangular, hollow and has a lid, and where you’ll find it you might wonder, it is just six feet under. What is it?
Today he is there to trip you up. And he will torture you tomorrow. Yet he is also there to ease the pain, when you are lost in grief and sorrow.
If you're stealing honey, be prepared to receive vengeance in this form.
What flies without wings? What passes all things? What mends all sorrow? What brings the morrow?
What goes up the hill and down the hill, And spite of all, yet stand still?