Answer:
A dragons tooth in a mortals hand, I kill, I maim, I divide the land.
At night I come without being fetched. By day I am lost without being stolen.
I count time, but have no end. Tick tick, but I am not a clock. What am I?
A nut cracker up in a tree.
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?