Answer:
I have a gown but I'm not a priest; I have a crown but I'm not a king.
What is cut on a table but is never eaten?
A hole in a pole. Though I fill a hole in white I'm used more by the day and less by the night
I cut through evil like a double edged sword and chaos flees at my approach. Balance I single-handedly upraise through battles fought with heart and mind instead of with my gaze.
What has a head but never weeps a bed but never sleeps can run but never walks and banks but no money?
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.