Answer:
When can someone truthfully tell someone “well done” but think they did a bad job?
Searing 'cross the pitch-black skies, I scream in celebration, Yet moments later, my outburst through, I am naught but imagination.
The more holes you cover the lower it goes.
Runs smoother than any rhyme, loves to fall but cannot climb.
Where do you go in through one hole and come out through two holes at the same time?
I’m grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.