I may be found when old friends meet. Although I can spread like a contagion, as medicine I can’t be beat!

The first is spying, an anagram of spoon, The second is a hound, but with two g’s at the end, Tried to be a lion, but changed back again, Always be black and blazing.

The year’s top word, though my credentials are suspect, You’ll never get me, no matter how deep you introspect. Two random digits, meaning naught to anyone, But shout me loud, that doesn’t make it less fun.

The turtle moves - through space it crawls. From off the edge, a wizard falls. From hag-strewn hills to citied plains, gods aren't worshipped; they are blamed. If you travel here, beware! A chest may eat your underwear.

I can be made, I can be played, and I can be cracked. What am I?