Answer:
What is it that was given to you, belongs only to you. And yet your friends use it more than you do?
I am the third from a sparkle bright, I thrive throughout the day and night. Deep in the path of a cows white drink. I've had thousands of millions of years to think. But one of my creatures is killing me. And so the question I ask to thee, is
I scribble forms of the finest letter, And repel elements of the harshest weather. I am an arrow-aimer and a dust-breaker.
What begins and has no end? What is the ending of all that begins?
What do people want the least on their hands?
A leathery snake, with a stinging bite. I'll stay coiled up, unless I must fight.