Answer:
What is the thing which, once poured out, cannot be gathered again?
I went to the woods and got it, when i got it didn’t want it, looked for it, couldn’t find it so I took it home.
My first is in wield, sever bones and marrow. My second is in blade, forged in cold steel. My third is in arbalest, and also in arrows. My fourth is in power, plunged through a shield. My fifth is in honor, and also in vows My last will put an end to it all.
Never alive but practically extinct. How we miss the letters pressing the ribbon of ink. What is it?
A harvest sown and reaped on the same day in an unplowed field. Which increases without growing, remains whole though it is eaten within and without. Is useless and yet the staple of nations.
I have two eyes in the front and a lot of eyes on my tail