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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 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.
In marble halls as white as milk, lined with a skin as soft as silk. Within a fountain crystal-clear. A golden apple doth appear. No doors there are to this stronghold, yet thieves break in and steal the gold.
There are millions of me. I am very small but when moving fast I am deadly.
Long legs, crooked thighs, little head, and no eyes.
What flies forever, Rests never?
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.