Answer:
A morbidly-named body of water
A tiny bead, like fragile glass, strung along a cord of grass.
What can't you see, hear or feel, until its too late. What shadows love, and shopkeepers hate?
I wear a red robe, with staff in hand, and a stone in my throat.
My teeth are sharp, my back is straight, to cut things up it is my fate.
I can only be played on a windy day