Answer:
What relies on columns but isn't a house, and asks for help but can't speak itself?
It's in your hand though you can not feel it. Only you and time can reveal it.
My teeth are sharp, my back is straight, to cut things up it is my fate.
With pointed fangs it sits in wait. With piercing force it doles out fate, over bloodless victims proclaiming its might. Eternally joining in a single bite.
I wear a red robe, with staff in hand, and a stone in my throat.
Why was the cook arrested?
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?