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I have a medieval riddle

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Sir Nate:
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?

Sir Nate:
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.

Sir Nate:
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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