Answer:
A dragon's tooth in a mortal's hand, I kill, I maim, I divide the land.
Sometimes I am loud. And viewed with distaste. Poke out my 'eye', then I'm on the front of your face.
What can be seen but never found that only hides in the unwound?
Runs smoother than any rhyme, loves to fall but cannot climb.
I have it, I donβt share it. If I share it, I donβt have it. What is it?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?