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I have a medieval riddle

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Knight1200:
a moth ate a word. to me it seemed, a marvelous thing when I learned the wonder that a worm had swallowed, in darkness stolen, the song of man, his glorious sayings, a great man's strength, and the thieving guest, was no whit the wiser for the words it ate.

Thorsteinn:
Is the syntax & grammar on that correct?

Thorsteinn:
2 of more to come in a series, written by me.

#1)
Strong and Beautiful,
Beloved by All.
I fear no Object,
Yet for that which is Simple.
Red and Green, given by tricksters Hand,
Should hold Consternation.
Till the next Yggdrasil Grows.
Who Am I?

#2)
Brave and True.
My courage Unquestioned.
Forever I laid down my Shield.
Sacrificing the side of my Sword.
That tricksters Ken,
Could have Surety.
Who am I?

Knight1200:
I am Green as grass in summer, Red as roses in Fall, dead on the ground in winter, yet reborn again in spring.
What am I?
This is an easy one.

Knight1200:
I am cold as the grave, As feared as the plague, I reap the dreams of soldiers, and am the bane of all men.
Who am I?

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