Answer:
What is that you will break everytime you name it?
Always old, sometimes new. Never sad, sometimes blue. Never empty, sometimes full. Never pushes, always pulls.
All about the house, with his lady he dances, yet he always works, and never romances.
It can pierce the best armor and make swords crumble with a rub, yet for all its power It can't harm a wooden club.
Searing 'cross the pitchΒ-black skies, I scream in celebration, Yet moments later, my outburst through, I am naught but imagination.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?