Answer:
I am free for the taking. Through all of your life, though given but once at birth. I am less than nothing in weight, but will fell the strongest of you if held.
I cannot be other than what I am, until the man who made me dies. Power and glory will fall to me finally. Only when he last closes his eyes.
What is the freedom of birds and the pen of old men?
A dragon's tooth in a mortal's hand, I kill, I maim, I divide the land.
When the son of the water returns to the parent, it dies. What is it?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?