Course, medium, and fine; marking the passage of time; I wear, polish, and grind.

I'm a name of a band a wolf dies by my hand a muddy horse, a fast snail who am I in this fanciful tale?

I have a deep red glow, but I do not have a place for me to go. I am often seen in the dark night sky, flying up and up until I die.

I wear a tuxedo but never a tie. My bowing and gifts are where my love lies.

I eat light along with other things. I am very attractive and once I have you in my grasp I never let you go. I am hard to see and hard to find but you can still tell that I am there by how others react to my presence.