Answer:
The eight of us go forth not back to protect our king from a foe's attack. What are we?
I tremble at each breath of air and yet can heaviest burdens bear.
I can wake you up in the morning but I require no electricity or winding. What am I?
I am created through suffering, inspiration, joy, and even despair. Born as an idea, and then presented to the human eye. Unlike living things, I never die. What am I?
Lovely and round, I shine with pale light. Grown in the darkness, a lady's delight. What am I?
Whoever made me don't want me. Whoever bought me don't need me. Whoever use me don't know me.