Answer:
In my life I must bare, my bloodline I must share. What am I?
I can be simple or I can be complex. I can be found in this riddle or in everyday life. I can be shapes or even colors.
Dead on the field lie ten soldiers in white killed by one blade yet there was no fight. What are they?
Searing 'cross the pitch-black skies I scream in celebration Yet moments later my outburst through I am naught but imagination.
They come at night without being called and are lost in the day without being stolen. What are they?
Be sure to shout for its answers are weak, but there is no language it cannot speak.