Answer:
Born of earth, but with none of its strength. Molded by flame, but with none of its power. Shaped
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 dress does everyone have, but no one wears?
People are hired to get rid of me. I'm often hiding under your bed. In time I'll always return you see. Bite me and you're surely dead.
What is the freedom of birds and the pen of old men?
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.