Answer:
One by one we fall from heaven down into the depths of past, And our world is ever upturned so that yet some time we’ll last.
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.
He has married many women but has never married.
Alive without breath, As cold as death, Clad in mail never clinking, Never thirsty, ever drinking
What is the freedom of birds and the pen of old men?
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?