Answer:
It is destruction made out of thin air, You hear it howl and give a prayer, Through barns and houses it will tear. It is a deadly funnel, Of violent and twisting air.
Forward I’m heavy, but backwards I’m not.
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.
What kind of pet always stays on the floor?
Useful tool for who in darkness dwell. Within you, corrupting like a deadly spell.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?