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It's been around for millions of years, but is never more than a month old. What is it?
When you stop and look, you can always see me. If you try to touch, you cannot feel me. I cannot move, but as you near me, I will move away from you.
When the horse strokes the cat, the wood begins to sing.
Though easy to spot, when allowed to plume, It is hard to see, when held in a room.
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.
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.