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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.
What can't you see, hear or feel, until its too late. What shadows love, and shopkeepers hate?
I saw a man in white, he looked quite a sight. He was not old, but he stood in the cold. And when he felt the sun, he started to run. Who could he be? Please answer me.
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.
A circle of stones, never in rows. Stacked one on the other, mystery it sows. What is it?
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.