Riddle:
I cut through evil like a double-edged sword, And chaos flees at my approach. Balance I single-handedly upraise, Through battles fought with heart and mind, Instead of with my gaze.
What am I?
Riddle:
I'm pleasing to the eye A tool for many absent of mind A tapestry of fickle lies Blind to even the most pensive spies I'm often the breeder of fervent lust But I am by far one you shouldn't trust.
What am I?