Answer:
Soldiers line up spaced with pride. Two long rows lined side by side. One sole unit can decide, if the rows will unite or divide.
I cut through evil like a double edged sword, and chaos flees at my approach. Balance I single-handedly upraise, through battles fought with heart and mind, instead of with my gaze.
My first is high, My second damp, My whole a tie, A writer's cramp
What is lighter than what it is made of?
I am mother and father, but never birth or nurse. I'm rarely still, but I never wander.
What sphinxes employ and players enjoy.