I decide victory without ever chasing it. My steps are tiny; my shadow is vast. Threaten me once and time pauses. Trap me twice and the world ends. I borrow power, hide in corners, and when I can’t move, no one can. Who am I?

What’s feared upon a wicked snare, A pendulum pathway, tips to air. The queen of tides’ partial peak to stare. Assistant to gravity while rocking chairs. Shape crafted from a circled pair, Cheshire’s pearly whites, and your bite, compare.

broken on purpose, else be called savage; for if a bite taken from the whole, you must be in dire need to ravage. a confectionery treat I am, with layers oh so neat, hidden beneath a chocolate sheet. what is this semi sweet divine treat.

The final challenge, a word obscure. You might need to google, that’s for sure. Wile coyote’s favorite thing, supplied by acme by the dozen. We all know it’s TNT but what does it mean?

Riddles a bit thinky lately? I present to thee, a short spelling bee Something ants and the brits have in common. Take over the world, a big ambition.