In my day, we danced on wheels, not with a partner, but on reels. Gliding on the streets so bold, with a plank and tales untold.

With strings I send a ball in flight, or keep the whole house up at night. In sport or chaos, loud and fast, my name fits both from first to last.

A glowing remnant from the heart of flame, dancing quietly in the night, whispering warmth as it fades into the dark.

From dripping water I am made, then hang like winter’s crystal blade.

I lift the heavy, but have no hands, I travel aisles, but own no lands. With a metal grin, I play my part, what am I?