I am the blade that sleeps in the dark, A sudden flash, a silent mark. Longer than a needle, shorter than a sword, I serve the assassin, the thief, and the lord. Cloaked in a sheath or hidden from sight, I steal through the shadows to settle the night.

I am a silent winter, trapped inside a frame, Keeping your treasures fresh, though I have no flame. I hum a quiet song, wearing a coat of white, And hide a chilly secret when you close me tight.

Of silver, crystal, gold, or glass, I watch the grandest banquets pass. Though made to hold a simple drink, I lend each feast a regal glint.

Hit keys in the right order, music will bombard. Punch them in the wrong, and it's orphic shard.

I'm a metallic worm With a wooden arm Sometimes I'm flexible Otherwise I'm stationary. When you use me the Spirits are set free!