Answer:
Tool of thief, toy of queen. Always used to be unseen. Sign of joy, sign of sorrow. Giving all likeness borrowed.
A horrid monster hides from the day, with many legs and many eyes. With silver chains it catches prey. And eats it all before it dies. Yet in every cottage does it stay. And every castle beneath the sky.
As round as an apple. As deep as a cup. All the king's horses can't pull it up.
It flies when it's on and floats coming off.
Once they sailed the sea, now they surf the web
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.