A Riddle
Long I've roamed a course unerring
Never seeing where I go
Where I've been nobody visits
But everyone has been there, though
I can't be stopped, deterred or severed
And can't be seen but for an aid
I'll kill you all without attrition
But without me there's nothing made
Threescore bits you might control me
'Tis but illusion, I can't be held
Though monks and scholars might ingore me
I reappear when they sound their bell
If recalled, you might describe me
but never twice your words the same
Think on me as I slip by thee
Deliver now. What is my name?
I have seen this before so know the answer.
I am ready for my breakfast!