My Boots

My boots are the suns son but as cool as Pluto
My boots allow me to run at the speed of light
Stronger than diamond but softer than cotton
As red as molten rock
They blaze through night
But they are also as dark as night
They balance the bright with night
The spikes are as sharp as swords
But as small as cheese
They are the ground-crushers
My boots make me a night owl
They blast the balls metres