Answer:
In buckles or lace I help set the pace. The farther you go the thinner I grow.
I always have to work with something in my eye. What am I?
Cloud is my mother, wind is my father. What am I?
With pointed fangs I sit and wait; with piercing force I crunch out fate; grabbing victims, proclaiming might; physically joining with a single bite. What am I?
Whoever makes it tells it not. Whoever takes it knows it not. Whoever knows it wants it not
As round as an apple. As deep as a cup. All the king's horses can't pull it up.