Answer:
A young man wants to have me but when he has me he no longer wants me. Blade in hand he attacks me and does his best to remove me. Yet he knows that it is all in vain.
I move without wings Between silken string I leave as you find My substance behind.
The more I dry, the wetter I get. What am I?
A dragons tooth in a mortals hand I kill I maim I divide the land.
I am an English word that is as long as I am valued.
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.