Answer:
Who is that with a neck and no head, two arms and no hands? What is it?
Never alive but practically extinct. How we miss the letters pressing the ribbon of ink. What is it?
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.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?
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.
Said to have fifty shades