Answer:
I have one eye. See near and far. I hold the moments you treasure and the things that make you weep.
Soft and fragile is my skin, I get my growth in mud. Iām dangerous as much as pretty, for if not careful, I draw blood.
What goes in the water black and comes out red?
In the forest, this blends in just right, but every December it is covered with lights. What is it?
My first is in wield, sever bones and marrow. My second is in blade, forged in cold steel. My third is an 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.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?