Answer:
A warrior amongst the flowers, he bears a thrusting sword. He uses it whenever he must, to defend his golden hoard.
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 can burn the eyes, sting the mouth, yet be consumed?
My tongue hangs out as I run over fields and streets all day. I get tied up every morning and untied at night.
What is as big as you are and yet does not weight anything?
The more of me you take, the more I appear behind you. What am I?