Answer:
What has a neck and no head, two arms but no hands?
I grow where no flower grows, where no light touches the walls, up or down, that I don't care, was here before people were.
Always wax, yet always wane: I melt, succumbed to the flame. Lighting darkness, with fate unblest, I soon devolve to shapeless mess.
A dagger thrust at my own heart, dictates the way I'm swayed. Left I stand, and right I yield, to the twisting of the blade.
What holds names and memories which are not its own?
What language does a billboard speak?