Answer:
This is in a realm of true and in a realm false, but you experience me as you turn and toss.
I love to dance and twist and prance. I shake my tail, as away I sail. Wingless I fly into the sky.
The weapon of choice to create the biggest shock.
A dagger thrust at my own heart, dictates the way I'm swayed. Left I stand, and right I yield, to the twisting of the blade.
What is seen in the middle of March and April that canβt be seen at the beginning or end of either month?
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?