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What is born long, dies short, and spends its life leaving a trail?
I can be moved. I can be rolled. But nothing will I hold. I'm red and I'm blue, and I can be other colors too. Having no head, though similar in shape. I have no eyes yet move all over the place.
It breathes fire in fairy-tales
Even the oldest ones can be described as current, but a little mainstream.
I weaken all men for hours each day. I show you strange visions while you are away. I take you by night, by day take you back. None suffer to have me, but do from my lack.
If you can spot one of these eastern warriors, it means they're not doing their job right.