Answer:
Whatβs black in the morning, red in the afternoon, and white at night?
Hard to catch, easy to hold. Can't be seen, unless it's cold.
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 is that over the head and under the hat?
It can cause deflation of tires when dropped from the rear of spy cars.
What is always coming but never arrives?