Final Jeopardy
67
I dance in shadows, swift and sly,
With eyes that gleam and bolts that fly.
A tongue so sharp, it cuts with speed—
Yet never steel is what you’ll bleed.
No armor shields my wiry frame,
I vanish fast from fiery flame.
I hide behind the mighty’s back,
But strike the front in every crack.
I speak no word, but whisper pain,
From distant reach, I stake my claim.
Too frail to brawl, too fast to bind,
What am I? Have you the mind?
