Answer:
Walk on the living, they don’t even mumble, Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble. What are they?
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.
I am two-faced but bear only one. I have no legs but travel widely. Men spill much blood over me. Kings leave their imprint on me. I have greatest power when given away, yet lust for me keeps me locked away.
I can run but not walk. Wherever I go, thought follows close behind.
You use a knife to slice my head. And weep beside me when I am dead.
I’m grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.