I have scales but I am not a fish, I am red, white or yellowish. I can be round or elongated, I am loved or hated. If you cut me up, o my! I will make you cry.

I divide without cutting Stop the light and the wind You must climb or destroy me There’s no other way in.

I hold memories of before, colors on a canvas kept safe behind glass and wood or steel or plastic.

Japanese warriors carried it around Gentlemen do so too Made from wood or metal And it's used when you settle

You can make it pretty with paint you have bought In olden times two men have fought It's stone it's metal it's wood alike It's the only answer thats right