Answer:
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
I can be written, I can be spoken, I can be exposed, I can be broken.
What goes through the door without pinching itself? What sits on the stove without burning itself? What sits on the table and is not ashamed?
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.
Don't do this in the shallow end.
If itβs information you seek, come and see me. If itβs pairs of letters you need, I have consecutively three. What am I?