I grip with steel or grow with care, I cap your fingers, slim and bare. I seal two boards or win the test, With steady aim, I beat the rest.

I stir up noise when things get loud, Yet help you serve to please a crowd. I might be found in shady deals, Or courts where skill decides the feels.

A simple shell of toughness built to last in rain and shine. From residential smoky vents to ancient castle spires. I now stand to break by hand or mark your garden line. Formation's cast to stand at last in raging furnace fires.

Tear me off and strike my head, A whisper hisses, then I’m dead. Red turns black, then fades away, Leaving only smoke and gray.

I'm sweet to taste when dried by sun, Yet mark the days as they each run. I'm planned for two when hearts align, Or stamped in time to show a sign.