Divine be the beast, tombed amongst kings and queens. A stealth driven feast: predeceases a clean. Its blades are recessed until they feel the need, a slit for sight, helps hunting at night, if it fits then it sits, yes indeed.

I prefer vinyl, but there's something that sticks to me when I listen to cassettes... maybe it's because of this:

I'm a sport with a funny name, played with paddles and with a net. What am I that bounces in the game, faster than you might expect?

In the kitchen, I hold a spot, Where bubbling brews get quite hot. With a handle to grip, I never let slip. A cauldron's cousin, though I'm not.

I eat all day but never taste, I swallow without a waste. You open me when things go wrong, Then close me up, but I won’t complain long. What am I?