The double sword I brandish and wield,

daggers unsheathed and unsealed.

Though destruction follows in my wake,

I am actually used to create.

What am I?

Weight in my belly,
Trees on my back,
Nails in my ribs,
Feet I do lack.

What am I?

A woman proves in court that her husband was murdered by her sister, but the judge decides that the sister cannot be punished with jailtime, the only thing he could do was give a fine. Why?

Are the sisters Siamese Twins

This creature, part man and part tree,
hates the termite as much as the flea.
His tracks do not match,
and his limbs may detach,
but he's not a strange creature to see.
What is it?

Could it be someone with an artificial Limb

When I looked upon the flames of his passion,

And the coolness of her touch,

I knew tragedy could only come from their union.

And indeed, when they came together,

Darkness reigned upon the land.

And although they were soon separated,

Learning as they did that they were not for each other,

Still, their passing regards for each other,

Left it's impression upon all who had witnessed it.

And would be talked about for ages still to come.

What happened here?

Little Nancy Etticote,

In a white petticoat,

With a red nose;

The longer she stands

The shorter she grows.

What/who is she?

A candle

They can be harbored, but few hold water,

You can nurse them, but only by holding them against someone else,

You can carry them, but not with your arms,

You can bury them, but not in the earth.

What is it?