Answer:
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.
A slow, solemn square-dance of warriors feinting. One by one they fall, warriors fainting, thirty-two on sixty-four.
I'm flat. You use me everyday. You need me to live. But you give me away everyday. I'm coloured and I have a founding father on me. What am I?
Round as an apple, deep as a cup, and all the kings' horses can't fill it up. What is it?
What does no man want, yet no man want to lose?
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.