Long and thin like an eel, can be stored on a reel. I myself am not alive, but carry what is needed for life.

I borrow light and bend it wrong, to stretch the short and widen long. I don’t reveal what wasn’t there, I simply make it easier to stare.

When I’m alive, you sing. When I’m dead, you clap. What am I?

I sit on walls and ceilings, or stand on the floor. I can be on a table, or hang by the door. I come in many shapes and sizes, Tiffany is one. I scare away the dark for your little son.

An old Japanese art does using gold In new times it's hardly done at all You can do it to young or old You most likely need it after a brawl