Answer:
Whiling away the hours of flowers, Walking through fields of gold. Preening and pruning in lights fading hours, For petals to freeze in the cold. What is it?
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.
I drive men mad for love of me. Easily beaten, never free.
What flies without wings?
You can always see it, but it's too far away to touch. Mountains rest on it, and at sea it surrounds you. What is it?
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.