Answer:
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.
My life can be measured in hours. I serve by being devoured. Thin, I am quick. Fat, I am slow. Wind is my foe.
Talks like this, a green wise man does. Guess my clue, you will.
Three lives have I. Gentle enough to soothe the skin. Light enough to caress the sky. Hard enough to crack rocks.
Lovely and round, I shine with pale light, grown in the darkness, a lady's delight.
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?