I stand the height of my wielder, armed of spike and blade alike. Guards love me, yet cavalry despise me. I stand high atop the king’s blade, yet always in his shadow. What am I?

Here’s a tricky one with flow - Some of me are planted, while others of me glow. One of me illuminates a room, the other of me grow; One may break or shatter, the other is organic matter But either way, please try not to step on me with your toe.

Chugging, chuffing, blasting. You can’t make me stop; a plume of hot mist billows, flowing from my top. Not all of me are as eclectic, while others of me are electric; And others still can be constructed, modeled from a kit!

Two ways to pronounce, one weight some ounce, the other you use on a man's best friend. You might not want to consume.But it is not on a writing equipment many may assume.

I have a set of teeth, but I do not have a mouth. I am often seen in farms, or in the Devil's hand..