Answer:
What goes further the slower it goes?
Fatherless and motherless. Born without sin, roared when it came into the world. And never spoke again.
I make you weak at the worst of all times. I keep you safe, I keep you fine. I make your hands sweat. And your heart grow cold. I visit the weak, but seldom the bold.
A thousand colored folds stretch toward the sky. Atop a tender strand, rising from the land, until killed by maiden's hand. Perhaps a token of love, perhaps to say goodbye.
What is round as a dishpan, deep as a tub, and still the oceans couldn't fill it up?
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?