Answer:
I move very slowly. I accompany life, and survive past demise. I am viewed with esteem in many womenβs eyes.
I have skin, more eyes than one. I can be very nice when I am done. What am I?
My first is second in line; I send shivers up your spine; not quite shining bright I glitter in the light.
I have a head, tail, but no arms and legs. What am I?
I cannot be other than what I am, until the man who made me dies. Power and glory will fall to me, only when he last closes his eyes.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?